That night, Jenny was spending the night at the Cunninghams'. After supper both Jenny and Joanie headed to her bedroom. As the two girls walked upstairs, both Howard and Marion heard Jenny say, "Tell me everything."
"Isn't that what I plan to do?" Joanie returned.
"And that's why I'm sleeping over, right?"
"Of course," Joanie answered.
After Joanie slammed the bedroom door, Howard told Marion, "Aren't they going to talk more about this bounty hunter business?"
"I'd like to think so," Marion agreed.
The two girls sat on Joanie's bed, but the bed wasn't made. Joanie only made her bed on the weekends, and tonight was already Friday.
"Tell me everything," Jenny begged.
"I plan to," Joanie replied.
"So," Joanie began her story.
"I remember we started at the beginning when this first started," Jenny said, "and at the time you didn't have many details to share."
"Right."
"What happened after Fonzie reported the crime?" Jenny asked.
"Well, the bondsman he talked to is nowhere in Milwaukee or the state," Joanie began.
"Where did he report this to if it wasn't Milwaukee?" Jenny asked, already interested.
"New Jersey," Joanie told her.
"Why would he want to make a telephone call over to the East Coast?" Jenny asked.
This was something she didn't quite understand.
"That I don't have an answer for," Joanie answered.
"This is odd," Jenny replied.
"True," Joanie agreed.
"Are we ever going to find that out or not?" Jenny asked.
"I would like to think so, but we'll have to wait and see," Joanie told her best friend.
"I hope we do. I do have another suggestion," Jenny added.
"What?"
"Is the bounty hunter from New Jersey here to Milwaukee?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Wondered, that's all."
"I understand," Joanie replied.
"I'll ask again: Has that person arrived yet?" Jenny asked.
"I have no idea. I'm sure we'll soon find out."
"While we're on the subject, I was at Arnold's today. I would like to think that person Fonzie had called could already be here."
"What makes you think that?" Joanie asked.
"I thought I saw somebody in Arnold's, sitting in a booth. He looked quite handsome."
Jenny saw Joanie shake her head.
"Why are you shaking your head for?"
"Maybe you must be dreaming again," Joanie replied.
"I don't think so. He looked like Fonzie," Jenny told Joanie.
As Joanie spoke to say," There isn't any other guy like Fonzie. He's one of a kind."
"That might be true, Joanie, but I do know I saw a guy in black and it didn't look like Fonzie," Jenny said.
"I don't believe you," Joanie replied.
"Next time we go to Arnold's and that same person is there you'll have to believe me," Jenny told her.
"I hope you're wrong," Joanie said.