Early in the morning, Grande received a strange phone call.

Zack, who was sitting in the back of the office and holding the earpiece, touched his chin and looked at the old Hank, who had just retrieved the newspaper and walked past the office, "Hank, someone is looking for you." ”

Old Hank walked past the desk without reacting, stopped at the side door and stared and turned his head, "What did you just say?!"

Zach lifted the receiver in his hand, "Your phone." ”

Old Hank frowned, not sure as if he was not sure.

Zach pursed his lips and lifted the earpiece again, "The other party sounds anxious. ”

Old Hank's wrinkled face was impatient and confused, he walked to the office with the newspaper in his hand, and snatched the phone from Zach's hand, "Hank!

"Hank!" the other man's voice was a little excited, "It's me!"

"Who?!" If the magnitude of the voice could be expressed by thickness, the telephone line must have burst by now.

"Hardy!" the other man's voice grew louder, "You old thing! Can't hear me?!

Zach raised his eyebrows, saw that old Hank looked like he remembered, and stood up after tilting his head sideways, not ready to disturb the two old men's reminiscences. 'Eavesdropping' is not a good habit.

Unexpectedly, Zack, who had just stood up, was stopped by Old Hank raising his hand.

"What are you looking for me, Hardy!" Old Hank kept his voice on, glanced at Zach, and asked, "We're retired!"

Retired? Zack's eyebrows unconsciously raised again, the Grande funeral home is still in business, relying on a big tree to run well, so old Hank can only say that he used to make a living - 'cleaning people', cleaning people who make certain things and scenes disappear.

Zach wanted to use his eyes to say, 'This sounds like you're in business, you don't need us to get involved,' but was glared back by old Hank. Apparently. Hank is not ready to let go of the current state of retirement.

"What do you think, old fellow!" The old man in the earpiece seemed to be very unhappy with Old Hank's tone, "Who said that I was looking for you to pick up a job! I did a good job myself, I don't need to look for you! I have other things to look for you!"

Old Hank's wrinkled face twitched, "What's the matter?" ”

"My grandson is gone!" the turn was so fast that Zach and Old Hank were stunned and continued in the earpiece. "I heard some news, Grande is 'working' again, but it doesn't seem to be doing our job, becoming a detective!

The tone wasn't sarcastic, but it was clearly somewhat, uh, jealousy, the earpiece continued, "I want to find someone else, I might as well find you!

Old Hank glared. "Thankful for what?!You just don't want to spend money, right?! Don't think I don't know!" Old Hank seemed to get angry, "That's why you guys will never be able to do it!

Zach pursed his lips and waved his hand in front of Hank, now is not the time to educate former partners to be human, is he, the 'eavesdropping' guy, noticing that someone is missing?

Our vampire Zack has been very sensitive to these two words lately, Harrison is 'missing', 12 is 'missing', and Haley mother and son are 'missing'. The only thing that doesn't need quotation marks is probably James Georgina's disappearance, which is not much better. So please understand this sensitivity.

I hummed in the earpiece for a long time. Apparently Hank's advantage. It's the grandson who is missing, and this grandfather is amazing enough.

Old Hank looked at Zack's gesture and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Which grandson?"

"The bigger one!"

"The one who used to work at Grand on the West End?" said Old Hank raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zack, indicating that he knew him.

"Yes, and was dismissed!" the old man in the earpiece seemed to be upset again. "I don't have a job now, I mix around at home every day!"

Old Hank didn't want to hide the boredom on his face, and yelled into the earpiece, "Holy, we quit?!Didn't we offer a job in the South when the West End was taken away?!No one wanted to come!When the mill opened, did anyone apply?!Blame us?!"

Zach tilted his head and tapped on the table. Hank was telling the truth, the only profitable cemetery in the West Side was taken away, which was a blow to Grande at the time, and Zach did his best to keep those people in the West Side when he received the notice from the city government, but only to drag back a few truckloads of debris, leaving no one behind.

It's nothing to think about, the nature of Barton's three districts is so different that people who are used to living in the West Side are naturally reluctant to come to the South End.

The other party was stumbling for a long time.

Old Hank probably got tired of listening, "It's none of my business! You have to find someone to talk to the person who actually works! I'm just a retired old man!" After saying that, he threw the earpiece directly to Zack, snorted, and left.

Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth, brought himself a breakfast, and held the phone, "What do you call Mr."

"Uh, no, sir, Hardy. Za, Ke. ”

Zach introduced himself when he answered the phone, but the other party yelled for Hank. Now when the other party says this Zack's name, the tone is very strange, and it seems to be a little disdainful.

Zach didn't mind this attitude, after all, the other party had just said, 'Upgrade to do legitimate business', and the meaning of the words was already clear.

"So, what can we do to help? Zach asked, shaking his glass.

"It's my grandson, Woody. The person in the earpiece was not rambling either, "He's missing, I want you to find him." ”

"Did you call the police?"

"Nope. There was a somewhat unexpected answer, and at the same time, the other party's tone was a little peculiar, and he paused for a while, "I want the police to be involved." ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, speculating, "Is it because of your job?"

The other party seemed to think for a moment and denied it, "No, it's not." Woody, uh, he, well, he's been acting a little lately, uh, weird. I don't think so...... The police will do him good again. ”

Zach raised an eyebrow, "Is he missing, or is he gone?"

"I don't know!" the other party suddenly became impatient, "Do you want to help? Do I want to say it on the phone? If you don't want to answer, I'll find someone else!"

Zach frowned, this attitude was too bad, but Grande was already destined to take over the commission that was likely to not receive a dime this time, because old Hank came back, took a spread of information, threw it in front of Zack, and looked at Zack with his arms crossed.

This is a former employee profile of the Grand Funeral Home on the West Side.

Zach looked at the one-inch-sized registration photo, and Woody looked like he was just a twenty-year-old. Zach shook his head, "We'll take it, give me your address, and we'll go to the ...... right away" Zach raised an eyebrow, "I'll go after breakfast." ”

A few words crooked in the earpiece, I reported the address and hung up the phone.

Zach stretched out his hand to the gloomy old Hank, "Benjamin just got up, he needs food." (To be continued......)