asked.
“Yes, we have an appointment,” Oscar said. “Terry Sheffield and Oscar Mayer.”
“Oscar Mayer?” she asked with a smirk.
“Yes, Oscar Mayer,” he replied with a frown.
The woman hid a grin behind a hand. “I’ll get him for you.”
“What is it with your name?” Terry asked.
“You really don’t know?”
Terry shook his head.
Oscar eyed him for moment just in case Terry was messing with him. “Okay, I wish I could say it was a long story, but it isn’t. It’s the name of company that’s famous for their hot dogs and bologna here. They even have a damn song about their bologna. Go in the supermarket and you’ll see their stuff everywhere. It’s not the most ideal situation to be constantly equated with kids’ lunch food. As you can imagine, I took a lot of crap for it while growing up.”
“Oh,” Terry said after a moment. “I can see why that would bother you.”
“Mmm,” Oscar grunted. “They don’t carry Oscar Mayer in England?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe I should relocate.”
When the bank manager appeared, he took them into his office and Terry opened an account, relieving himself of the wad of cash he’d brought over on the flight. Within thirty minutes,the bank manager presented Terry with a temporary checkbook, an ATM card, and an opening balance statement.
Rising to his feet, the manager asked, “Now, is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Sheffield?”
“Yes,” Terry replied. “Could you tell me if my wife has an account at this bank?”
The bank manager chuckled. “Don’t you know?”
“She’s missing,” Oscar said.
The bank manager stiffened. “Oh, I see.”
Terry explained the situation. The bank manager nodded at the appropriate times and looked pained.
“Unfortunately, even if your wife does have an account with us, I can’t divulge any details, even to you, unless it’s a joint account. I hope you understand.”
“Yes, I do. Can you check for a joint account?”
“Oh, yes.” The bank manager typed away at his PC for a minute before shaking his head. “I’m afraid there aren’t any accounts listing you as a joint holder. Maybe she has her account with another bank.”
“You’re probably right. Thanks for trying.”
“Sorry that I couldn’t help further. I hope you find her.”
“So do I.”
Terry and Oscar crossed the street and tried Edenville’s other bank, the Solano Credit Union. Terry didn’t have a joint account with them either.
Standing in front of the credit union, Oscar asked, “What do you want to do now? Talk to Holman?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, if you don’t mind, can I take you home? Then I can get back to the Gold Rush before the after-school crowd starts.”
“Of course not. You’ve helped me enough today.”
On the short ride back to Sutter Drive, Terry found himself thinking about his mystery caller. He still didn’t know if thecall was a random prank or something more sinister. He hadn’t intended on discussing the issue with Oscar, but he’d proved today he was a friend and someone he could trust.
“I want run something by you.”
“Go for it.”
“I got a weird phone call yesterday.”
“And you’ll be getting lots more once the telemarketers know you live in this country.”
“I wish it had been a telemarketer.”
“Oh,” Oscar said. “What was the call?”
“I don’t know. If I said it was an obscene call, I’d be exaggerating.”
“Let me decide for you. What did they say?”
“They didn’t say anything,” Terry said and went on to explain about the caller who had laughed at him.
“Huh,” Oscar said when Terry was finished. “Do you think it could have been Sarah?”
Terry shook his head. “No, this was a man’s laugh.”
“So who do you think this guy is?”
“Don’t know.”
“But you think it’s related to Sarah’s disappearing act?”
Terry nodded. “Yes.”
“Have you told Holman?”
“No, I wasn’t sure what I’d
“Yes, we have an appointment,” Oscar said. “Terry Sheffield and Oscar Mayer.”
“Oscar Mayer?” she asked with a smirk.
“Yes, Oscar Mayer,” he replied with a frown.
The woman hid a grin behind a hand. “I’ll get him for you.”
“What is it with your name?” Terry asked.
“You really don’t know?”
Terry shook his head.
Oscar eyed him for moment just in case Terry was messing with him. “Okay, I wish I could say it was a long story, but it isn’t. It’s the name of company that’s famous for their hot dogs and bologna here. They even have a damn song about their bologna. Go in the supermarket and you’ll see their stuff everywhere. It’s not the most ideal situation to be constantly equated with kids’ lunch food. As you can imagine, I took a lot of crap for it while growing up.”
“Oh,” Terry said after a moment. “I can see why that would bother you.”
“Mmm,” Oscar grunted. “They don’t carry Oscar Mayer in England?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe I should relocate.”
When the bank manager appeared, he took them into his office and Terry opened an account, relieving himself of the wad of cash he’d brought over on the flight. Within thirty minutes,the bank manager presented Terry with a temporary checkbook, an ATM card, and an opening balance statement.
Rising to his feet, the manager asked, “Now, is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Sheffield?”
“Yes,” Terry replied. “Could you tell me if my wife has an account at this bank?”
The bank manager chuckled. “Don’t you know?”
“She’s missing,” Oscar said.
The bank manager stiffened. “Oh, I see.”
Terry explained the situation. The bank manager nodded at the appropriate times and looked pained.
“Unfortunately, even if your wife does have an account with us, I can’t divulge any details, even to you, unless it’s a joint account. I hope you understand.”
“Yes, I do. Can you check for a joint account?”
“Oh, yes.” The bank manager typed away at his PC for a minute before shaking his head. “I’m afraid there aren’t any accounts listing you as a joint holder. Maybe she has her account with another bank.”
“You’re probably right. Thanks for trying.”
“Sorry that I couldn’t help further. I hope you find her.”
“So do I.”
Terry and Oscar crossed the street and tried Edenville’s other bank, the Solano Credit Union. Terry didn’t have a joint account with them either.
Standing in front of the credit union, Oscar asked, “What do you want to do now? Talk to Holman?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, if you don’t mind, can I take you home? Then I can get back to the Gold Rush before the after-school crowd starts.”
“Of course not. You’ve helped me enough today.”
On the short ride back to Sutter Drive, Terry found himself thinking about his mystery caller. He still didn’t know if thecall was a random prank or something more sinister. He hadn’t intended on discussing the issue with Oscar, but he’d proved today he was a friend and someone he could trust.
“I want run something by you.”
“Go for it.”
“I got a weird phone call yesterday.”
“And you’ll be getting lots more once the telemarketers know you live in this country.”
“I wish it had been a telemarketer.”
“Oh,” Oscar said. “What was the call?”
“I don’t know. If I said it was an obscene call, I’d be exaggerating.”
“Let me decide for you. What did they say?”
“They didn’t say anything,” Terry said and went on to explain about the caller who had laughed at him.
“Huh,” Oscar said when Terry was finished. “Do you think it could have been Sarah?”
Terry shook his head. “No, this was a man’s laugh.”
“So who do you think this guy is?”
“Don’t know.”
“But you think it’s related to Sarah’s disappearing act?”
Terry nodded. “Yes.”
“Have you told Holman?”
“No, I wasn’t sure what I’d
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