Hmmm.
All google images said was "famous DU detective," nothing else.
She'd be on that list for sure.
She spends her days huddled in the half-light of the abandoned bodega, hunched over the laptop one of her great-great-grandchildren gave her when his employer issued him a new one.
She scans the DUmp, looks at eBay junk, and admires plastic sequin jewelry on etsy, but mainly she searches for franksolich, glancing every few minutes at the crepe-framed photo of a redheaded homosexual over her bed pallet.
She's read every word on the Dumpster, millions of them, and every internet document that has anything to do with Nebraska.
She has even exchanged PMs with nadin to strengthen her Googling skills.
And still, coach is as elusive as a whisp of smoke.
It's no wonder Judy is so peculiar, so addled. It's the frustration.
