Grande received a strange phone call early in the morning.
Zach, who was sitting behind the office and holding the receiver, touched his chin and looked at Old Hank who had just retrieved the newspaper and walked through the office, "Hank, someone is looking for you."
Old Hank walked past the desk without responding, stopped at the side door, stared, turned his head, and said in a loud voice, "What did you just say?!"
Zach raised the receiver in his hand and said, "Your phone."
Old Hank frowned, seeming unsure.
Zach pursed his lips and raised the receiver again, "The other party sounded anxious."
Old Hank's wrinkled face showed impatience and confusion. He walked to the office with the newspaper and took the phone from Zach's hand, "Hank! Who's looking for me!"
"Hank!" The other party's voice was a little excited, "It's me!"
"Who?!" If the volume of the voice could be expressed in terms of thickness, the phone line must be bursting now.
"Hardy!" The other party's voice also became louder, "You old guy! Can't you hear my voice?! Damn it!"
Zach raised his eyebrows and saw that Old Hank looked like he was remembering. He tilted his head to signal and stood up, not wanting to disturb the two old men's reminiscence. 'Eavesdropping' is not a good habit.
Unexpectedly, Zach just stood up and was stopped by Old Hank with his hand.
"What do you want from me? Hardy!" Old Hank kept his voice low, glanced at Zach, and asked, "We are retired!"
retired? Zach's eyebrows raised unconsciously. The Grande Funeral Home was still in business, relying on a large tree to run the business well. So what Old Hank was talking about could only be the business he used to make - "liquidator" ', the cleanup person who makes certain things and scenes disappear.
Zach wanted to use his eyes to indicate, 'This sounds like it's your business, so we don't need to get involved,' but Old Hank stared back. Apparently. Hank isn't ready to let go now that he's retired.
"Old guy, what are you thinking?" The old man on the receiver seemed very unhappy with Old Hank's tone. "Who said I came to you just to take over a job! I'm doing a pretty good job myself, so I don't need to come to you! I have other things to look for. you!"
Old Hank's wrinkled face twitched, "What's the matter?"
"My grandson is missing!" The turn was so fast that Zach and Hank were both stunned and continued on the receiver. "I heard some news that Grande has started to 'work' again, but it seems that instead of doing our old job, he has become a detective! He has upgraded to a legitimate business!"
The tone wasn't exactly sarcastic, but clearly a little, uh, jealous? The receiver continued, "If I want to find someone else, I might as well find you! You ungrateful old thing!"
Old Hank glared. "What are you grateful for?! You just don't want to spend money, right? You want to take advantage, right! Don't think I don't know!" Old Hank seemed to be angry, "This is why you guys never succeed! You always want to leave Wrong way!"
Zach pursed his lips and waved his hand in front of Hank. Now is not the time to educate his former partner on how to behave. Is he the only one who is 'eavesdropping' and notices that someone is missing
'Missing' again! Our vampire Zach has been very sensitive to these two words recently, Harrison is 'missing', 12 is 'missing', and Hailey and her son are 'missing'. The only one that probably doesn't require quotes is James Georgina's Disappearance , which isn't much better. So please understand this sensitivity.
The receiver hummed for a long time. Apparently he was taken advantage of by Hank. The missing person is his grandson, and this grandfather is quite magical.
Old Hank looked at Zach's gesture and twitched his lips, "Which grandson?"
"The bigger one!"
"The one who used to work at Grande in the West End?" Old Hank raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zach, indicating that he knew this person.
"Yes! And then he was fired!" The old man on the receiver seemed unhappy again. “I don’t have a job now, I just hang out at home all day!”
Old Hank no longer wanted to hide the boredom on his face, and shouted into the receiver, "Damn it! We were fired?! When the West District was taken away, didn't we provide jobs in the South District?! No one wanted to come. ! When the mill opens, will anyone apply for the job?! Blame us?!"
Zach tilted his head and knocked on the table. Hank was telling the truth. The only profitable cemetery in the west side was taken away, which was a blow to Grande at the time. When Zach received the notice from the city government, he tried his best to retain those in the west side, but the result was just It was just a few trucks of groceries that were hauled back, and no one was left behind.
It doesn't matter if you think about it. The three districts of Barton are very different in nature. People who are accustomed to living in the West District will naturally not want to come to the South District.
The other party hesitated for a long time.
Old Hank was probably tired of hearing this, "It's none of my business! You need to find someone to talk to the real people! I'm just a retired old man!" After saying that, he threw the receiver directly to Zach and snorted. With one sound, he left.
Zach curled his lips, got himself a cup of breakfast, and held the phone, "What do you call me sir?"
"Uh, no sir, Hardy. Zak."
Zach introduced himself when he answered the phone, but the other person yelled for Hank. Now when the other party said Zach's name, his tone was strange, and he seemed to be looking down on him.
Zach didn't mind this attitude. After all, the other party just said, 'Upgrade is a legitimate business.' The meaning of his words was already clear.
"So, how can we help? Hardy." Zach asked, shaking his glass.
"It's my grandson, Woody." The person on the receiver stopped talking, "He's missing, and I want you to find him."
"Did you call the police?"
"No." There was a somewhat unexpected answer. At the same time, the other party's tone was a little special. He paused for a while and said, "I want the police to be involved."
Zach raised his eyebrows and speculated, "Is it because of your job?"
The other party seemed to think for a moment and then denied, "No, it's not. Woody, uh, he, um, his behavior has been a bit, uh, weird recently. I don't think... the police will be good to him again."
Zach raised an eyebrow, "Did he disappear or leave?"
"I don't know!" The other party suddenly became impatient, "Do you want to help? Do I want to tell you on the phone? If you don't want to answer, I'll find someone else!"
Zach frowned, this attitude was a bit too bad, but Grande was already destined to take on this commission that would probably not receive a dime, because old Hank was back again, holding a stall He threw the opened information in front of Zach and looked at Zach with his arms folded.
This is the employee profile of the former Grand Funeral Home on the West Side.
Zach looked at the one-inch registration photo. Woody looked like he was just twenty years old. Zach shook his head, "We'll pick it up, give me your address, and we'll go see you right away..." Zach raised his eyebrows, "We'll go after breakfast."
He mumbled a few words into the receiver, gave his address and hung up.
Zach spread his hands towards the gloomy old Hank, "Benjamin just got up, he needs food." (..)