Todd called his doctor and found out where Mr. Pigannelli used to live. He wanted to see what the connection was. How does he contract a disease, that only one other person has, who lived forty miles away? Maybe if he could find a connection, there might also be a cure.
   Todd went to Milwaukee and knocked on Pigannelli's door. An old lady answered. "Can I help you?"
   Todd smiled. "Yes, my name is Todd Bolo. I'm looking for any relatives of a man named Pigannelli."
   "He was my husband, but he died ten years ago. What do you want with him?"
   Todd smiled again, knowing that he found the right person. "I have the same disease that killed your husband. I just want to find out how I got it. I don't think I knew him. Could you show me a picture and maybe tell me where he worked and hung out?"
   She opened the door wide. "Sure, come on in. Would you like some tea?"
   "I would love some, thank you." Todd stepped in.
   She showed pictures and they talked for an hour. Todd couldn't find any connection. He owned a corner store, where he worked for thirty years and he didn't travel much. So, if Mr. Pigannelli didn't travel, maybe Todd got the disease when he was in Milwaukee in the past. But, the only reason he ever came here, before this, was to see a lawyer, when he bought his house.
   "Did your husband ever deal with a lawyer named Dagget?" Todd asked.
   "Not that I know of." She answered.
   "Oh well. Thanks for trying to help. I appreciate you spending some time with me and sharing your stories." Todd said, as he stood up. "And thanks for the tea."
   "Oh, anytime. Please come back and see me anytime." She seemed like a lonely old woman now.
   Todd went down the street to the first payphone he could find and he called Lawyer Daggets office. "Hi, could I speak to Mr. Dagget?"
   A young female voice answered. "He doesn't work here anymore. In fact, he's dead. He died five years ago."
   Todd sounded disappointed. "How did he die?"
   "I think he had a heart attack." She answered.
   "Ok, thanks." And Todd hung up.
   He drove to the store that Pigannelli used to own. He went inside and talked to the current owners. They never knew Pigannelli and they never even met him. Todd bought a soda and stepped outside.
   He stood in the shade and enjoyed his soda for a moment. He just stood there thinking. What was he going to do now? He was running out of ideas. He was running from the police. He was running out of money. And he was running out of time.
   He decided to knock on a few neighbors doors, to see if they knew anything. When he got to the forth house down, he got a big surprise. His ex-girlfriend opened the door. "Todd?" She turned red and tried to push some hair back into place. "What are you doing here?"
   "Hi Lorna. Long-time-no-see." Todd smiled his usual charming, genuine smile. "I should ask you too. What are you doing here?"
   "I've been living here for eight years. Ever since we broke up. Don't you remember, I told you my family lived in Milwaukee? I was only in Chicago for a few months. Just long enough to serve that internship I did at the radio station. I told you I was going to move back to Milwaukee as soon as it was over, didn't I?" She seemed like she was really happy to see him. "Would you like to come in?"
   "Ok, thanks." Todd stepped in and saw his old painting hanging on the wall. "Oh, I see you still have that." He said, pointing at it.
   "Yeah. I always loved that painting. I couldn't believe you wanted to throw it away. You know that's a copy of a famous painting. And if you ask me, it's better than the original." Suddenly, she looked at Todd with a serious face. "How did you find me? Or, maybe I should say, why did you find me?"
   Todd sat down. "I wasn't really looking for you. But I'm very glad I found you." He looked her in the eyes and added "I think it was my destiny to find you today."