"I have published the article as you said! The deal was I publish your article on the front page and you would give me Wallace back!"
"Ha. No, the deal was you publish the article and you would get a clue. You call yourself a Journalist. Bah. You haven't even gotten your big toe wet. You have so much to learn."
"Give me back Wallace you malicious miscreant! You have no right."
"If you want your mutt back. For the first clue you will have to look at where it all began. 143 Lover's Lane."
"Where is my dog?! Give him back!"
"The shadows hold the secrets."
"What does that even mean?"
Nothing. He hung up. "Damn." I scramble round for my pocket book and quickly write down the address. Then I grab my leather coat on the chair now on the ground from the conversation and nearly smash the glass out of the door as I slam it closed behind me.
"I'm coming Wallace."