IT LIES THERE ON HIS DESK LIKE AN INVITATION: The notepad with my dad’s writing:
The girl is the key. No drug without her. Possibly still in Alaska, but coming by boat to the continent. Around 17. Shortish: 5’5”. Long black hair. Two huskies. Gold starburst in one eye.
What’s a gold starburst? I wonder.
I push the notebook back to where it was when I found it. And then I get the hell out of there before Dad comes back.