When I'm a Rock and Roll Star
Chapter 3
Aura Thundera
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      Walt took the picture out of Johnny's hand and looked closely at it for the first time.   "It could be anyone.  If Devon Carhartt is really living in Cleaves Mills, he doesn't bear much of a resemblance to this photo."

    "What about Randy Bronson?"  Johnny said.  "He looks a lot like that."

    "Randy Bronson,"  Walt said flatly.  "You think it's Randy Bronson?"

    "I didn't say that," Johnny said.  "It'll give you someone to send that lawyer to.  And I can tell you that from what I saw, that lawyer isn't going to leave until he finds something.  They can talk to Randy, he'll tell them to get lost, and that will be the end of it."

    "I'm not going to pest Randy Bronson just to make that lawyer happy,"  Walt grumbled.  "Randy is Sarah's friend.  If I accuse him of being Devon Carhartt, I'm never going to hear the end of this from my wife."

    "Suit yourself,"  Johnny said.

***

    Walt was seated at his desk, reviewing paperwork.  A small fuss erupted outside the office, and Walt looked up to see Snipe striding toward his office.  Walt sighed.  He hated to admit it, even to himself, but Johnny Smith had been right--Snipe was not going to go away until he had interrogated a few people and was convinced that he wasn't going to find Carhartt in Cleaves Mills.

    "Can I help you?"  Walt asked, as Snipe barged into his office.

    "Yes,"  Snipe said, wasting no time in getting down to the buisness that he had been sent for.  "I came to inquire as to whether you have found any leads for me to investigate on behalf of my employers."

    "Mister Snipe,"  Walt said, leaning forward and allowing his exasperation into his voice.  "I don't know if you've noticed, but we're very busy here.  With legitimate police business."