I really need to do more research on Hallmark movies, but I kinda don’t want to. But I need to. The things I do for my art…
Usually, you found people who didn’t want to be found in the bad parts of town, but there weren’t any bad parts of town. Not really. When they showed Timmy one, the only difference was that there were a couple of newspapers on the ground, a few garbage bags against a dumper, and an oil can with a fire in it. Timmy had been in places where people would vacation here.
Talking to the local bums didn’t help, either. They didn’t know anything, hadn’t seen anything, and always started out talking gruff but then would stop and suddenly be all warm and fuzzy. The weirdest thing? None of them smelled bad. Bums were supposed to smell bad, because they never had soap.
Timmy didn’t look down on bums for that. There’d been lots of times he didn’t have soap, either. But these guys did. Or maybe they just don’t get smelly, he thought, and tried not to shudder.He’d searched the area for an hour before giving up. Frostvale Pines wasn’t big, so he’d been thorough, but wherever this guy was, he was hiding really well. Timmy was starting to wonder whether there was even a guy in the first place. One thing he had learned quick in life was that adults could be wrong. Like, a lot.