“Your radio got into the bar, the other radio was Joseph’s.” There was an irritated pause from the detective. “Well… that’s fucking great.”
There were some general noises as Daysha moved about in the kitchen, almost a pacing sound as she walked on the linoleum. “So you don’t know what happened to your friend.” She paused a moment, while she strummed through her thoughts. “I don’t know the deal with these radios.” She had walked over to her jacket to pull out her smokes when she saw the newspaper she found sitting on top of the stand next to the door. “This keeps turning back and forth in circles. The only other weird thing I found was some well preserved newspaper in the corner of the store room. The bartender had no clue what it was doing there.” She started flipping through the pages of the one from the Spiral. All the while she felt like banging her head against the wall.