Eve walked along the pier, looking for Julian. She came across a bum leaning against one of the warehouses. “Pssst, lady, come here,” he said. “You looking for someone?”

Cautiously, Eve walked toward the guy. “You haven’t seen a man in his fifties out here, have you?” she asked. “Gray hair, nicely dressed?”

“Yeah, I did,” the bum replied. “He said to give this to the beautiful lady who might be looking for him out here; it has to be you.” The bum handed her a piece of paper.

On the paper was one word: Cannery. Eve didn’t know whether she should trust the bum or not. What should she do?


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