The next morning Michael wakes up stretching in his motel bed. "I need me a cup of black coffee," he said.
Michael went out on his investigation asking more locals questions around town, and he is still getting nowhere. He decides to take a break, and eat at a diner on Lexington Rd. As he entered. The diner looks rusty, old and country. There are less people in there, and when he sits down, it is an old hispanic man who is staring at him at the bar. The man gets up and approaches Michael. Michael looked up at the man. The man looked filthy, and he is wearing a dirty brown trench coat, wearing a red cap. He looked like he is in his 60s.
"Hi," Michael said.
"I've been hearing around town you looking for JJ?" The man said.
"Who is JJ?" Michael asked,
"JJ, Jeremiah, everyone calls him Jeremiah aroun here,"he said
"Really? How do you know him?" Michael asked.
"He sales us pots aroun here," he said.
"Excuse me? Pots? I'm not following," Michael said.
"Weed he sells, and makes profits out of the things, I buy it from time to time," he said.
"He sale weed? I thought the guy sells paintings," Michael said.
"He sells everything, he's a salesman," he said.
"I can't believe this shit, do you know if he could be a killer?" Michael asked.
"A killer? I don't know him, he is a silent salesman, he never conversate with no one, he just says one word "buy" and we pay for it," he said.
"Do you know where he stays?" Michael asked.
"Well he sales his pots in a tunnel chamber on Hawk street Blvd," he said.
"Wow," Michael said, forgetting to order and jumps up and leave the diner.
Michael was thinking about calling Jeremiah's mother informing her who her son really is, but he did not want to alarm her just yet. He knows that it will break her heart that her son wears many masks to cover his tracks. It would be terrifying to hear that her son is a drug dealer, a fraud, deceiver and a serial killer. Michael decides to wait until he apprend him and then let her know.
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