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hallway I looked at the disc that I held in my hand along with my mother’s journal. “Don’t know.” That was the truth.
    “You think she left you a message, like a video message? That would be cool.”
    My stomach tightened at the thought of seeing my mom again, even if it was just on video. I hurried back up the corridor, my mind set on getting home, seeing what was on the disc, and reading the journal. “Hey,” I said to the creepy old guy when we walked back to the reception desk. “Has anyone else been to that lockup in the last ten years?”
    The old guy was back in his chair, feet up, reading a porno mag. He must have noticed the sickened look I gave him. “I like the stories,” he said shrugging, his eyes undressing me again. I thought then that all old men like him should be locked away and refused access to the general public.
    “That’s not what I asked. Not at all .”
    “I know what you asked.” He turned his attention to the magazine again. “There was a guy, came here a few times. Never gave a name.”
    “What did he look like? You remember?”
    “I might.” He smiled at me. “Maybe you give me a look at those nice titties of yours and I tell you.”
    Kasey let out a horrified laugh beside me. I’d had enough of the old man’s creepy games. “Hey, how about you tell me what I want to know or I’ll jump over this counter and shove that magazine down your throat.” I stared hard at him, refusing to avert my gaze until he relented, which he soon did. It wasn’t like me to be so aggressive, but the old man was being an asshole and I had too much going on to be tolerant of his bullshit.
    The old man’s expression remained passive, like he was used to being reprimanded by young girls, but he put his porno mag down anyway. “You know, that other woman—your mother is it? She said something similar to me once, threatened to cut my balls off. I believed her.”
    “Yeah? Well you better believe me as well then.”
    The old guy shook his head. “Women these days, you’re all ballbusters.”
    “Description of the man,” I said loosing patience, to the point where I was actually going to leap over there and choke the old bastard with his porno mag as I said I would.
    “Six foot, dark hair, no sense of humor, so he must be related to you.” He gave me a childish smirk.
    “That’s it?”
    “He had a scar on one side of his face,” the creep said. “He was here with your mom once. They looked pretty tight.” He smirked again, seeming to revel in the cutting nature of the information he gave me. “I don’t think it was your daddy, if you know what I mean.”
    The decrepit old bastard enjoyed telling me that last part. “You’re sure about that?” I pulled out my wallet and showed him a picture of my dad. “Was it him?”
    He squinted at the photo. “Nope, not him.” He squinted again. “Looked very like him though.”
    I frowned as I slid the picture back into my wallet. “What do you mean they looked alike?”
    “I mean the guy that was here could have been that guy’s relation. Like a brother or something.”
    My frown deepened. Neither of my parents had brothers or sisters, or so they told me. My head hurt. This was too much for one night, and I hadn’t even checked out the CD or read the journal yet.
    “I think I’ve earned a look at them titties,” the old guy said. “What do you say, eh? A quick flash for an old man?”
    I let Kasey give the answer to that one. “Screw you! Creepy old bastard.”
    “Dyke bitch!” the old guy shouted as we walked out the doors to the parking lot. Kasey turned around outside and flipped her middle finger at him and then started laughing.
    “Crazy old bastard,” she said as she got into the car.
    I tossed the journal and disc into the back seat, started the car and drove off. I said hardly anything to Kasey when she started asking me questions about what was going on. I told her I didn’t know,  which was true for the most