At the top of the paper I notice a return address.

Safeway Ziggurat
1234 Los Angeles, CA

"Who are these people?" I demand, pointing at the memo.

"You don't want to know. I'm telling you, just go home and forget about this girl."

"What is the Safeway Ziggurat?"

"It's...it's our store headquarters. It's the original branch, where the whole grocery empire began."

I stuff the paper in my pocket and walk out of the office without another word. I go home, log on to Mapquest.com, and get directions to the Safeway Ziggurat. I get in my car, fill up my tank, and head south toward California.

Who are the Powers That Be? I don't know. What have they done with my girl?

I'm going to find out.

TO BE CONTINUED....