”“Who’s the kid?”“Nick Braiden, Mary Jane’s on-again, off-again boyfriend. He took her to the club and I know he was there that night, but...the bartender confirmed he left without her.”“I’m going to put out a BOLO on both the license plate and Mr. Braiden and open a case. The person who sent this email has the name and address of the club on it. I’ll send some people over there to talk them as well.”“Go easy on those guys. I didn’t catch a whiff of them being involved, and they cooperated.”“What. The day had been exhausting and the beer was a perfect end to the day. But the day was not to end yet. Michelle finished her beer with another long swallow and set the glass down. She was very tired and thought that it was time for her to join Ken in bed. She was just so tired though and decided to close her eyes for just a minute. Michelle sighed and lay full length on the sofa. After she had been motionless for a couple of minutes Igor and Steve came out of the kitchen. They approached. Your kids are getting too big to sit in car seats, three wide, in the back seat anymore. I would have gotten you something, but we have to wait for her to tell us what you can have, or you will be driving a couch for a long time,” I told him.He stopped me before we went inside and asked, “You know you are welcome to have the couch, and Ellen will sleep in with Olive or the boys, I suspect. Now, if you would happen to get a few hotel rooms nearby, I could see what I might be able to work out to. It's parked over at the Holiday Inn on East Commerce Street," she said. "Okay, I know where that's at. Let's eat and we will go get it and bring it home." We ate breakfast and she wanted to take a shower. Then we went to get her car. Debbie wasn't real hungry - the thought of breakfast made her a little green which I understood completely. I'd been that hungover before and it isn't fun! I got her to eat some toast though to help soak up some of that alcohol and a small glass of milk to.