I'm not certain but I'd be willing to bet my face was screwed up in a bout of confusion at the information Clark offered Jeff and I after his little venture over to Petit's place.
"Well ... that's just weird. He didn't do anything? Nothing? Just sat there?"
In retrospect, Clark wasn't the best person to surveil Henri Petit. The two have a huge backlog of ... well, let's say "history" and just leave it at that.
"Not a single thing at all?" Jeff asked. "Not a peep when you called him a malformed chimp?" Clark shook his head.
"Wait. Look at this picture again and tell me if you see anything strange" I asked the guys.
"He's wearing an ape mask?" Jeff asked.
"It makes him look handsomer than ever before? " Clark offered.
"That the stoop is the only place he can sit where his feet reach the ground?" Jeff continued, chuckling.
"No, no, no. What's missing from this image?"
"Height?" Clark mused.
"Character?" Jeff jested.
"Poise? Him holding a homemade bomb? Lunch dribbles down the front of his shirt?"
"NO! Look ... there's no cigarette! He's not holding one, he's not smoking one, there's no evidence of cigarettes anywhere. There aren't any butts on the ground, zippo. I'm not so sure this is a picture of Henri Petit. You did say he didn't acknowledge you in the least, right Clark?"
Clark nodded. "So? He doesn't like me anyway. Might have something to do with all the beatings I've given him over the years ..."
Jeff chimed in. "If you're right, Michael, and that's not Petit, we need to get over there and find out for sure ..."
"Oh, HELL no ..." Clark interjected.
I looked at Clark. "Jeff's right. Pardon the pun but there might be monkey business afoot. You know you'd miss him if anything happened to the little twerp, Clark ..."
Just then, we heard a chime coming from one of the computers in the office down the hall. An e-mail came through. We pulled it up:
There were no "instructions below."
We all hopped into Clark's 'Vette and drove over to Petit's place ...