At 8 am, I threw the covers off and groggily awoke. Swiping away the drool from the corner of my dry mouth, I grabbed my phone.
There it was - the holy grail - Carmen's phone number.
SQUEE! I did a momentary happy wiggle in bed that I quit immediately because it made my stomach lunge violently.
I pressed his number and hit 'call'....
I smiled shyly. "Thanks for coming over."
"How are you feeling after last night?" he asked.
I laughed self-consciously. "Hungover as hell!" I admitted.
I stifled a sigh after speaking with her.
I hate cases that begin this way. The burglary happened at night and the client didn't see a thing. Hopefully this neighborhood is full of nosy neighbors – I should ask around to see if somebody saw something.
Guess Anne didn't think someone would be going through her trash! I thought as I pulled garbage out of my hair.
"HEY! Want an Alien Brain?" he asked, reaching for a glass.
Duane began shaking in his boots. "Sure... why do you ask?" he stuttered.
In the end, Duane happily handed over all of Dorothy's belongings. Case closed.
Torch Holders: 1
Sim Failing School: 0
Visit from Service Sim: 0
Passing Out: 0
Accidental Deaths: 0
Social Worker Visit: 0
Twin Births: 0
Triplet Births: 0
Fulfilling LTW: 0
Achieving Honor Roll: 0
Randomizing LTW choice and trait for a generation: 0
Not using spares Happiness points for a generation: 0
Every 100,000 dollars: 0
NPS Spouse reach the top of their career: 0
Cheat Penalty: 0