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"Good, you are there, then?"
It sounded like the caller was trying not to giggle as he said this. Alexander frowned.
"I am. Now what do you want me to do?"
"Dig in the ground."
"What?"
"You see the deserted clown statue over there?"
Alexander looked around. Indeed, there was a clown statue as tall as him. The clown was grinning grotesquely.
"Dig the ground under the clown."
"Manuel,"
Alexander said.
"I thought you'd want to know about that name,"
the caller answered lightly.
"She thinks my name is Manuel. If you're going to try to find me by this name, it would definitely be fruitless. So, I highly recommend you do not waste your time with that. Dig the hole. I will contact you again,"
he said and hung up.
Alexander swore, and kicked the clown hard. It was much heavier than he thought. The clown slanted, falling on the ground. The very place where clown was standing, there were very old rusty keys and a piece of paper. Again, as before, an address was written on the paper. Unfortunately, the location listed wasn't so close.
But the caller told me to dig the ground, he thought. He crouched on the ground, grabbing a little stone and started to dig the ground. He digged almost 5 centimeters deep, but there was nothing there. He checked his phone, expecting any message from the caller. But nothing arrived. He gave up digging more, stuck the key and the paper into his pocket, and headed back to the office.
"Where have you been?"
Cynthia asked.
"I was about to call you."
Alexander explained what he did after the phone call with the caller. She googled the address.
"Five hours by car! What if we go a little later, maybe in a few days?"
"I don't know. But sooner will be better than later, I think."
"He didn't even tell you what is awaiting you there?"
"I didn't ask. He didn't tell me what I would find under the clown. When I discovered the address, our phone call was already done."