Part Two: Chapter 108

Kurtis Missions employment insurance file was faxed from the Rimpack accounting office in Plympton, to a fax program on Joe Robichaud Junior’s sister’s computer. Joe Junior had been sleeping at his sister’s place since getting out of prison.
He printed the file, excitedly, and scanned it over. The results are in.
Right at the top, Kurtis Missions listed his address as 1623 Melanson Road, his parent’s address, but below that, he included a mailing address: P.O. 1501, Jasper, Alberta. T0E 1E0.
You stupid fucker.
Kurtis Missions was on the other side of the country.
He turned off the computer and grabbed his sister’s car keys from a ceramic flower pot above the fridge. “I’m going out!”
He ran out to the driveway and climbed in her Honda Civic hatchback, backing out fast before she could get out of the shower to chase after him.
He drove straight to the Lady Hercules.
The strip club was closed until 7, but Bill was inside, at a table on the main floor, with a large group of girls and his associate J.P. Nason.
He was drinking whiskey and doing lines of coke, by the looks of things, since last night.
“Bill. Hey?”
“Joey!”
“Have you been on ‘er all night? It’s only 10 o’clock?”
Bill had a glassy look in his eyes. He laughed. “Sit down and tell me. Tell me right now. What’s going on?”
Joe Junior dragged a chair over and squeezed into the crowded table.
“Should we go out back?” The table was full of strippers, and even a few girls Joey didn’t recognize.
Bill had an empty shotglass in his hand. He whipped it overhand at Joe Junior’s head. Joey ducked and the glass banged loudly on the far wall and then rolled across the dance floor.
“If I can drink whiskey straight, I can hear it straight from you.”
Joey looked around to see if anyone was laughing at him. Nobody was. “Okay. I have an address for the moose. What do you want me to do with it?”
Bill smiled and lit a cigarette, thoughtfully. “Where is it?”
“A post office box in Jasper, Alberta.”
“Post office box?”
“Yeah. It’s a resort type place in the Rockies. Like Banff. Apparently, a lot of people live there and just have post office boxes, cause they live at a campground or a hotel staff dormitory, stuff like that.”
“Okay. But he’s there in that town, somewhere.”
Joey shrugged and nodded his head. “As of a week or two ago.”
Bill withdrew a tiny DSL cell from his jeans pocket and pressed in a number with his fat fingers.
“Who are you calling?” Joey asked, nervously.
“Who do you think?”
Joe Junior didn’t undertand the game plan. “Shouldn’t you wait?”
“For what?”
Bill changed his attention to the person on the phone.
“Dee. It’s Shining Bill. I have something you might want. I have an address for you.”
Bill listened for several minutes, nodding his head. The only thing he said in several minutes was: “Rhymes with Blurtis.”
Then a few moments later: “It’s a PO box.” He gestured for Joey Junior to hand him the print out of Kurtis Missions file. “P.O. Box 1501, Jasper, Alberta. T0E 1E0. H elive sin either a campground or a staff dorm.”
Everyone at the table was dead quiet, trying to listen to what was being said.
Finally, Bill hung up and then stood up from the table. “Everyone has to get out. Sorry.”
He gestured for Nason to follow him, to the back room. Joey Junior stood up.
“What about me?”
“Joey, you’re taking HIV Aimee to the airport. Give her some traveling money, and take your sister’s car.”