So there I was, sound asleep in my bed. Alone. It was last night just before midnight. My phone rang. It was some asshole who knew what kind of car I drive, telling me he's a private investigator and he's investigating the disappearance of a person named Tracy. He creeped me out. He laughed at me, sort of, saying I sounded annoyed. I asked his name and he said James Graham. I asked his phone number and he said he was sure I had caller id, but his number was (704)484-2420. Huh.
I was fairly rude to him and hung up. I sat there for a minute feeling mildly creeped out by the fact that he knew what kind of car I have. So I did a *69 to see what number he was calling from and if he had told the truth about that. He had. So I went back to laying bed, but was bothered. So I tried looking up the number on a reverse lookup site. No results. I looked up private investigators around this area named Graham. No luck. So, in my bed, I was tapping my foot, thinking....
And finally fell asleep. Josh came home at 3:30, as usual, quiet as a mouse, but I was so nervous that he woke me up! I considered calling Bill or Dave or the police, but figured that would just be stupid. When I got up this morning, I called Bill and he told me to call the cops. Arrgghh! I do NOT trust a cop. But I did.
Turns out this is a white amale, 49 years old, who is *not* a private investigator. There is no missing person named Tracy Lee. The cop went out to this guy's house, but he refused to answer the door. She (the cop) said she wasn't sure what to do at this point and would go back to the station and figure it out and let me know. I've not heard from her, yet.
Great. A weirdo knows my name and what kind of car I drive.
It's always something!
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