That punk Alan Morgan has completely forgotten about Shirley Grant.
That alone would be fine, but he hasn't even thought about coming to ask them.
Even though they don't know much, they could still be of some help, right?
Except…
No.
"He's looking too."
Yeah, these days Alan Morgan has been crazily looking for Shirley Grant.
Of course, it's not because he got his memory back, and it's not because he likes her.
It's because…
Gerry Peary has been crying for his mom, and he also wants to see for himself what kind of woman could be that vicious.
Every time, he can only recall a few words, only a couple of blurry fragments.
But no matter what, he just can't remember what Shirley Grant looks like.
"But I should have an easier time finding her, right?"
Owen Lewis felt exhausted.
"No guarantee."
If Annie Davidson is deliberately trying to hide, even a hundred Owen Lewises wouldn't be able to find her.
"She's in Capital Town. I refuse to believe I can't find her."
