It occurred to me that LaFlamme and I might have stumbled onto something that would become one of the greatest mysteries of all time. But then I thought we probably hadn't, and went back to darning my socks.
Certainly the encrypted message that turned out to spell Jack Daniels had so far led to nothing but giddiness, and I had failed to find a connection between it and the worst logo in the world, as my client Ignacious Spore had requested.
"We need help. Professional help," said LaFlamme with determination.
"Yes, you're right," I replied enthusiastically. "I know a professor of religious symbology who could help us get to the bottom of this."
"Actually I was thinking of Rehab. But your idea's good too."
There was no doubt about it. With LaFlamme, life had thrown me a curve ball.