"The Hammertrax Gang hasn't actually done anything but this still bears further investigation ... we've got some digging to do!"
- Clark last Wednesday
After hanging up on Petit, Clark called out to Jeff: "Jeff! Get Michael! We need to talk ..."
Jeff turned the corner and took a seat across from Clark. "Michael took off while you were on the phone with Petit. No clue where he went ..."
Clark dialed me up. Of course having caught wind of Miss Sterious, Mistress of Mystery (http://the-unbelievables.blogspot.com/2017/08/trax-listing.html) (and the fact she was a redhead) I was all over getting to the bottom of who she was. It's no secret I'm a sucker for redheads and I was taking the initiative on this one. Besides, she had a nifty gun. And, from the picture provided of her, it looked like she knew how to use it. I was naturally intrigued.
Seeing the call come in from Clark, I answered the phone. "Hey, what's up?"
"Where are you? We need to powwow. I have information from Petit about the Hammertrax Gang."
"It just so happens I'm on a mission to find out all about Miss Sterious. Thought I'd jump the gun and get started" I informed him.
"Well, high-tail it back to base. The Hammertrax bunch is fake as is that Floating Jack McFadden dude and the redhead you're after. In other words, their complete figments of the imagination! Sorry to squash your hopes and dreams about the supposed Mistress of Mystery, but you want find her ..."
"But" I stammered "I saw her picture! Plain as day!"
"Fabricated," Clark stated.
"Hello! Red hair!"
"Probably a wig on some no name dame Petit hired to pull a fast one on us."
"And ... she has a gun!"
"It's a hoax! No gun, no red hair, no Miss Sterious. And there's no Hammertrax Gang either ... at least not the way we were led to believe. I got the lowdown from Petit. Guido, Liam and Chong? They're really just a bunch of smoking adult/children like Petit. And they haven't done anything ... nothing at all. There's no case, period. Get back here ..."
I hung up the phone. I felt defeated. The thrill of the chase was gone, deflated like an old balloon. I'd gotten my hopes up for nothing ...
I put my phone in my pocket and headed back to the Unbelieva-Base and heaved a sorry sigh ...