Chief pressed on the gas slowly, then pulled out onto the street, drove a block, and pulled over to the curb. He didn’t want Aldo looking out the window and wondering what they were up to still parked in the parking lot. 

“We need to figure out where we’re going.”

“A map? Why don’t we just Google it, Chief?” Chief looked at Joe pointedly, waiting for him to realize what he’d said, but Joe just stared at him blankly. 

Chief sighed. “Joe, it’s 1978. There’s no such thing as the Internet, never mind Google.” 

Joe slapped the dashboard. “You’re right, Chief!” He popped open the glove compartment and pulled out a map of Ridgewood. “This is awesome! I’ve never used a map before!” 

Joe unfolded the map until the thing was practically wrapped around him, blocking the entire half of his windshield. From behind the map Joe said, “I have to admit, I don’t see it.” 

Chief pulled the map down to look at Joe’s face. “See what, Joe?” 

Joe glanced at the map, then back at Chief. “The blue dot, Chief. I don’t see the blue dot that tells us our location.”

“Give me that,” Chief said, grabbing the map. He leaned forward and squinted at the words on the map. He hadn’t thought to bring his glasses along.

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