Page 10 - The Case of the Wandering Husband FLIPBOOK

“What the fuck now?”

Fannie asked herself as she rose higher and higher over the L.A. Basin. Her office was
in San Pedro, and she was looking for a unique man somewhere in the greater Los
Angeles area with no clue of where he might be.

It was a test of course. Bronski called and asked if she wanted to make some easy
money. Fannie remembered nodding her head into the cell phone as she used the last
of her funds to eat some fish tacos.
She had become desperate for money recently. Mom and Dad had cut her off. Told
her she needed to set aside such silliness as working as a private eye and come to work
for one of them.
There was no way Fannie was going to work for either one, ever. She would join the
military long before she would succumb to that hell. When Bronski called she was
overjoyed. Even more overjoyed when he arrived at her office with Cherry Sins in
hand.
Bronski had informed Cherry Fannie was the person who had found the Milton
baby. Informed Cherry how Fannie had found the Milton baby. The Milton baby
scandal was a kidnapping on par with the infamous Lindberg baby kidnapping of the
previous century.

The police were baffled. The FBI was the same. Until Bronski went to church.
Bronski’s family were devout Catholics. Attended mass religiously. Never missed a
day.
When one of the monks accosted Bronski and told him he needed to look towards
Fannie for help, Bronski laughed. Until he noticed the monk wasn’t. The monk told
Bronski Fannie was different than other girls. Gifted was the word Brother Tomas
liked to use.
It hadn’t been a gift in the beginning. However, it did help Fannie locate the Milton
child. Something Bronski took credit for of course.

Another smile flitted across Fannie’s face as the projection of her body began to
move on its own. Brother Tomas was one of her teachers. The man’s powers made
hers seem insignificant. Yet, he said he only used his powers for the betterment of the
Church.
A term she never understood. Betterment of the Church. What the fuck did that
mean anyways?
Fannie’s astral head shook. She could reminisce some other time. She needed
information. Real time information. Information Cherry refused to provide. Refused
to tell Fannie the name of the man she wanted found or why. Simply told her if
Fannie couldn’t do what Bronski told her Fannie could, then there was no point.