Chapter 277: Searching for Nanny Cunt

It took over a week for the Nanny cunt to surface. She never really surfaced it just took that long for the company to put its resources into finding her. Somehow they had considered her case closed with my change in status. They still hadn't gotten used to me being in the equation. I guess since I was the first Ghostbot they were have trouble deciding what to do with me and how much to do for me. In the end they told me that someone had registered a car using Nanny Cunt's Boyfriend's driver's license as an ID. It is always the little things that trip us up, I thought.

I wanted them both. I was also pretty sure that since I had found one, I had found them both. I downloaded the official police photos for each of them. Then I had them printed at the drugstore. I did it while I was on my way to breakfast and then my walk on the morning after they surfaced.

The two of them had gone to ground in a coastal North Carolina town no more than a hundred and fifty miles from Aster. It seemed as though they couldn't bring themselves to get too far from their lifeline. Family being the only source of secure revenue for them at that moment. No doubt they would be involved in something where ever they landed. It might or might not be something legal. There were plenty of casual labor jobs around on the coast. It would have been easier to find one in the spring or summer, but there were always jobs to be had. Neither of them to my knowledge had a drug problem, so most likely they wouldn't be involved in any high visibility activities.

Then again they might have considered the matter closed, since no one had come for them in over four months. After my walk at the mall, I went home changed for my road trip, then just drove away. I was very careful to obey all the speed laws as I drove toward the coast. I did make one stop to buy gas for the woody and to take care of clearing breakfast from my disposal area.

The town wasn't on the beach. It was an old town along a major river. Finding the address the boyfriend had listed with the DMV wasn't difficult. "Good morning," I said to the clerk behind the counter of the Mail boxes ect store. I'm looking for holder of box 772. Can you help me out?" I asked.

"I'm sorry that information is confidential. You would have to have a warrant go gain access to our files." the middle age man suggested. I didn't have a clue if he was the franchise owner or the manager or just a clerk. What I did know was that I needed information and one way or another he was going to help me.

I showed him a fake business card with a hundred dollar bill behind it. "I am an insurance claims adjuster." I really need to settle a claim he filed against one of our clients. I can tell you his name and his automobile description, I just need to know where he lives. I know he doesn't live in that post office box."

I can't help you with the address, but I can tell you he paid for three months in advance about a month ago. He has been in once a week or so to check his mail, I know because we have to hand it across the counter. There aren't really any boxes."

I showed him the picture of Nanny cunt. "You ever seen her with him?" I asked.

"No it's just him. He talks funny though if that is any help," the man said. He said it even after I had slipped him the card and the money.

I knew guessed that he was showing up regularly to pick up money from home or something like that. Sure most of us used electronic banking these days. Yes I did check the family and friends bank accounts before I made the drive. I could find no one who owned a bank account which showed an unexplained money transfer. Most of the family and friends were just ordinary people with no significant bank balance. If those people were sending money it was most likely to be small amounts in the form of money orders purchased at the convenience store.

While I had coffee at a local restored hotel's coffee shop, I checked the police reports for the county where the small town was located. There were the usual burglaries and convenience store robberies. I had access to the information, but it was still a drag to read all those police reports looking at the descriptions. I had not learned to use the scan feature of my brain even though I had been instructed how to do it.

Nothing jumped out at me, so it was going to be a job for Maxine the cop. In my case a cop with no badge but a pocket full of cash. Since I knew they had a car, it seemed to me that the most logical place to start would be the convenience stores which sold cheap gas.

"You ever see either of these two," I asked laying the two pictures on the counter of the third small convenience store I had tried.

"Sure the girl has bought gas here a few times," he suggested.

I added a hundred dollar bill to the pile. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Sure I am, she has a great body and a funny accent." he said.

"How often does she come in?" I asked.

"Couple of times a week for a while, then she will miss a week or two."

"When was the last time?" I asked.

"Couple of days ago. She will probably be back soon," he said. "Want me to tell her that you are looking for her?"

"No that wouldn't be a good idea. Has the guy ever come in with her?"

"To be honest he might have, but I don't really remember." he said.

"Anything else you can tell me?" I asked.