Desperately Seeking Sharon, Part I

The name is Batty. I'm a private eye. When people want to find somebody, or find the dirt on somebody, they call me. I remember one particular case, back in the late spring of '08...

... I was on the trail of a missing dame. A sassy lassie, with a classy chassis and a background of nobility. Her father, the Baron, had hired me to find out what she was up to...


She gave me the slip in Paris, I knew that I had been close for she dropped her hair-bow in haste as she made her getaway... I just missed her at DeGaulle, when she boarded a Qantas flight to Australia...


I ultimately ended up in the outback where one of the locals told me that she had gone on a walkabout...


I'd know that waffle-stomper anywhere...

... Part 1 of 7