Day three I made up for a dismal day two! On track again...

Chapter Two
In which things become no more clearer, but slightly more interesting

I drove out to the storage unit, suddenly glad it wasn’t in my name. They had no way to track me there, and I could stay there until I figured out my next move. Plus, it would take a little time to find the paperwork I’d stashed. I think it was packed alongside my inflatable dinghy and my collection of stuffed cows, but it could also have been in the box marked ‘surgical instruments and purple stuff’. I couldn’t remember. Every time I move I swear I’m going to do it right, with inventories and box labels so I know what is in each box, but every time I find I’m doing good just to mark with room in the house it should go in. And even that ends up being a crapshoot, because I end up completely rushed and there’s a perfectly craft-implement shaped hole left in my kitchen wares box. And you can’t just leave space in boxes, that’s wasteful. Plus they’re more prone to collapse, and I didn’t want a repeat of the golden peen statue fiasco from when we moved my friend Mark.

( Still musing about where I might have packed those documents... )

Chapter Three
The mystery grows, deepens, widens, and expands into the fourth dimension

It was a rookie mistake, following someone into a dark building and letting them end up behind you. But then, I was a rookie, at least when it came to skulking about dark buildings. Now, ask me to wheedle information out of a crook’s acquaintances over the phone and I was a pro. Somehow, I didn’t think my ability to talk my way out of things was going to help me now.

( Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you can’t die again )