Getting into his car, Weed changed his mind about the office. Mrs. Jones had given him a list of the three most likely bread stops her husband might use.
With the list and a picture of the Jones from last Junes Main Line Time Weed went shopping. Jacob not only picked up the tab but lent him twenty bucks, after all he was out of coffee.
The two Stop & Robs were a challenge to his language abilities but yielded no useful information (and there price for coffee was Usurious.) At the supermarket he was frustrated by a near brain dead cashier, Who told everything about anything until she finely told him she did not work last night. He quickly found someone who did. The assistant manager told him about an incident that occured yesterday: A woman passed out in the store someone, who looked quite like Mr. Jone's photo carried the woman out. The man claimed the woman was his wife. The woman a petite brunette, looked nothing like the tall blond Mrs. Jones.
Weed drove around a bit more listening to the strange percussions of rain and windshield wipers. In a SEPTA park and ride he saw the green Porch Electric 2000. Parking he checked the license number against his notes from Mrs. Jones. It was the right car.....
