"You're going to interrogate us about Jason?" Ann got up slammed her mug on the table. "I'm the swim coach."
"Maybe he wants to be liked Honest Abe," Sally said smiling.
"Who?" Brice asked.
"We called Nicholson that," said Ann opening the door, "we all know what happen to him."
They don't care to take the Jason's problem serious, Brice thought. "Is Nicholson alive?"
"He would be better off dead," Sally said. "Go talk to him yourself. Madison told us you were looking for him." Sally wrote down his address and handed it to Brice.
"Sally, you can finish your coffee in the gym," Ann said. Sally maneuvered around Brice. The females left. Brice was still without a ride.
Brice drank up his coffee when Wilma popped her head into the lounge. She was upbeat with a pleasantry about her.
"Brice, you want to see Jason in actions?" Wilma asked.
"How can I help?" Brice asked.
"I'm catering Jason's functions tonight. You want to prepare the salads and meat trays."
"I believe I can do that," Brice said. He needed to bring his Polaroid camera and tape recorder.
"Brice, don't start a fight with Jason," Wilma fidget with her hands.
The lounge door flew open. Dwayne ran up to Brice and hug him. Brice's eyes widen as he connected with Wilma's eyes. Then he hugged him back.
"Mr. Frankel, what you've been up to?" Dwayne said in Wilma's direction. "Officer Newberry has been around looking for you and Shawn.”
"You kids open up to Brice," Wilma patted Dwayne on the back.
"He cares about us like he knows where we're been," Dwayne said.
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