Road bumps at the worst possible time!

After I my last update, I received one more email from the homeowner saying that his family, after looking into the legend, would be willing to allow me to visit their home to conduct a full investigation as soon as possible. Now, more bad news. As I walked out of the hotel to head to the victims' house, I found that Field Unit Van number 1 - the one that formerly was parked outside my hotel room with a quarter tank of gas in it - has been towed for being parked in front of a fire hydrant. It has my wallet, credentials, cell phone, field investigator kit, and our high-tech night vision camera we got from Bass Pro Shop a couple of years ago. With no mode of transportation, all I could do was go to bed here at the hotel; but I could not sleep. Too much is going on and my comrades are apparently not able to contact me, which has me worried about their qualifications for this job.

I really need Ernie to contact me, so followers, please forgive this little bit of official business being posted here; I do not think Ernie or Great Uncle Derick back at HQ have cell phone service because neither is answering my calls from the hotel phone (which costs money). In case Ernie or Derick log onto the website any time soon, I must use this unprofessional manner of business:

Ernie, Derrick! Answer your phone! Derrick, pay the bill if that is the problem. Ernie, get down here to the Days Inn in Dickenson Texas ASAP! We need the van! Mine was towed and I have no money to get it out. We have a contact! I repeat, WE HAVE A CONTACT! This is important. Stop lollygaggin' and git in touch!

(Apologies to all reasonable-minded folk for my frantic, last-ditch effort to get our apparently inept team of investigators in hi-gear, if they weren't kin folk, I'd have a mind to fire 'em)