You're a pretty good investigator, but more importantly, there just aren't too many places he can be. Assuming he's still there, of course.
A casual inquiry at the late-night pizza parlor, "hey have you seen Elton?" receives an affirmative, so he's still around. You repeat the inquiry all morning and get confused affirmations at a bubble tea shop and a used book store, but no one knows his address.
Around noon, you head into the burrito place on Main Street, mostly because you're hungry. When you sidle toward an abandoned burrito, a worker appears beside you with an annoyed and suspicious, "Can I help you?"
You blurt out, "I'm looking for Elton?" to divert her suspicion, and she says, "Yeah he's been upstairs all day," as she dumps the tray with the half-eaten burrito into the trash.
Hungry but triumphant, you step outside into the wintery sunshine and look straight up: there's an apartment on the top floor! No ground-level entrance you can find on this side, though, so you circle around, then cut through a covered alley.
"You've been looking for me, haven't you?"
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