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It Happened in Vegas Part Five

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Maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Maybe there were a lot of fathers in Vegas who get drunk and hang out on rooftops after getting into a big fight with their wife. Yeah, I know. That was definitely not the case. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to explain it to her with her believing me and not scaring her off. I kept replaying the conversation in my head and it really didn’t sound good.

She started walking off, so I followed her.

“We can grab my car and drive over there,” she suggested.

“Have you checked all of the casinos?” I asked her.

“Only the ones he usually goes to.”

“Maybe tonight he decided to go to another one. If he’s drunk he could have ended up anywhere.” Although that was very true, it was a dumb thing to say.

She scowled. I don’t think she was necessarily mad at me but just worried.

“I know he could have,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to say that.” I did, though. And it was true. Well, he wasn’t just anywhere. He was somewhere with a scary, flying monster.

“I know my dad. If he isn’t at a casino, then he is at his job.”

“Should we split up?”

She looked at me doubtfully. I could see it in her eyes.

“You can just go if you want,” she said angrily.

“No,” I said. “I just think that maybe I can look around here and have some better luck.”

“How do I know you won’t just take off?”

“Here’s my number.” I gave it to her. “Call it.”

She did and my phone rang.

“See,” I promised. “We can keep in touch and I have your number now, too.”

She still seemed skeptical but she gave in. “Fine. I’ll look at his office and you look around here. His name is George.” She described him to me and he sounded just like the guy that was snagged from the rooftop.

“Okay. Shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

“If you find him don’t try to talk to him. He gets very obnoxious when he’s been drinking.” I knew that was true. “Just call me and I’ll be right there.”

“If I see him, don’t approach him. Got it.”

“Right.”

“I think I can handle this.”

“I don’t even know how to thank you. Why are you doing this?”

I took in a deep breath. I couldn’t tell her the truth—either truth. I was doing it because it’s what I do and finding him meant that I would find the monster, probably. But I was also doing it because I thought she was cute as hell.

“It just seems like the right thing to do,” I said.

She walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She then walked away.

“Call me,” she called behind her.

“Yeah,” I sighed. I watched her walk away for as long as I could.

I snapped out of the daze I was stuck in and tried to figure out my next move. Her going to the office building would keep her away from danger, and I could keep dodging her long enough to find the monster and her dad. Time to start looking for a needle in a hay stack…

It Happened in Vegas: Part Five

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