The Imam was silent. Up until now, he had tried everything at his disposal without luck. But there was someone whom he believed might offer assistance. He took leave of her and headed to The Parisian, a restaurant that served Halal foods for breakfast. While dining, he considered this option.

Afterward, he walked to the Mosque. He entered and walked up the stairs to the second floor. His office was a tiny room with three filing cabinets and a desk. He sat down behind the desk and reached for his Rolodex. What was the man’s name? He flipped through the Rolodex until he found it. Theo Jones, President of the Chameleon Detective Agency. The Imam picked up the phone and called Jones. When the private investigator answered, he feared he might refuse to help him. They were not the best of friends.

“Hello, Imam,” Jones said.

“Do you remember Jean-Paul Lumier?”

“How could I forget?” Jones chuckled. “Is he in trouble again?”

“I hope not. Jean-Paul has been missing for two weeks. I was hoping you might have heard something.”

“I’ve heard nothing.”

“I’d like to hire you to find him.”

“Hire me? What about the police?”

“The police do nothing.”

“I deal in intellectual property – knockoffs and infringements. Not missing persons.”

“You have dealt with the immigrants of Le Petit Senegal for many years,” The Imam said. “You are familiar with their customs and habits. I trust you can make inquiries among the local residents better than the police.”