Twenty Nine
“Hi,” I said to the ice cream shop lady and stepped forward so I wouldn’t have to yell over the throng of people cruising by me. I didn’t care who watched me and who didn’t, I was here for the truth and I wasn’t leaving without it. The woman behind the counter looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here, but there was nothing she could do about it. She looked left and then right before giving me a strained smile. “Hello,” she said in a soft, reluctant tone. “It’s a great day, isn't it? What can I get you?” If she thought I didn’t notice the spark of recognition in her eyes, then she was wrong. I wasn’t going to leave without knowing who kidnapped me. “Information,” I replied and a spark of discomfort lit up her eyes. “Wh—what kind of information?” She asked, clearly not wantin
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