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in the morning.  What time do you want to go?” he asked.
                  “If you meet me at seven, we could cover a lot of ground,” said Sarah.             
                  “It sounds like we’re looking for a needle in a haystack,” said Billy.
                  “I know, but it only takes one needle and the haystack is not really that big.  So far we’ve got the building narrowed down to being burgundy with a number four in the address in the French Quarter.  It should be a piece of cake to find it.”
     

Chapter Two
    A Needle in a Haystack
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                  Billy arrived outside of Sarah’s apartment in the French Quarter on Sunday morning at seven o’clock on the dot.  She was waiting for him by the entrance of her gold-colored building that had a distinctive old world charm.  “I can’t believe that I found parking,” Billy said as he approached her.
                  “It’s only because it’s so early and the tourists haven’t arrived yet,” smiled Sarah.  
    “Let’s go.  Did you leave the camera in your truck?”
                  “No, I couldn’t find it, but I can get pictures with my cell phone,” replied Billy.
                  “I can, too,” said Sarah.  “I suppose between the two of us that we will have enough memory.  I can put in the addresses on a notepad on my cell, too.”
                  “I feel like a private detective,” said Billy as they started to walk down her street.
     
                  “I know,” agreed Sarah.  “I do, too.  I hope we’re successful at this because these buildings all look so similar.”
                  “Look!” said Billy.   “There’s a burgundy three-story right there.” 
                  Sarah was excited until they got closer.  When the number four was missing from the address, she realized it was not the one that they were trying to locate.  Billy and Sarah continued walking down her quaint street and carried on their search throughout the French Quarter.  They went past Royal Street that was filled with exclusive art galleries and antique shops…beyond Bourbon Street that was surprisingly quiet…continued down various city blocks in a zigzag pattern seeing countless courtyards, restaurants, and shops while trying to track down the building that could have been in Sarah’s dream.  All along, they snapped photographs of properties that matched her vague recollection and hoped that Charla owned one of them.  Their efforts continued for three hours.  They had taken several photographs when they heard the chimes ring at the St. Louis Cathedral.
                  “With all the pictures that we’ve taken, one of them must surely be the right one,” commented Sarah.
                  “I sure hope so.”  Billy admired Sarah’s tenacity and enthusiasm. After their extensive search, he tried to think of some way to give her a respite from it.  “Do you want to go get some beignets?” he suggested.
                  “That sounds great,” said Sarah.  “I love them.”  Billy and Sarah walked toward the river, which was quite a distance.  They passed through Jackson Square where artists and Tarot card readers had set up tables for the day to attract tourists.  Among them was a talented, longhaired sketch artist rendering a picture of a blonde, teenage girl who posed for him as they passed by. Street musicians had already begun to perform for a small crowd gathered there.  A young, tattooed, female singer took everyone by surprise with the power of her raspy voice delivering a torch song.  
                  Billy and Sarah kept going until they finally reached an outdoor cafe across from the cathedral and grabbed an available table.
                  “Beignets are addictive, no doubt,” Billy said as they