
Wyatt Tackett
Three cities, three new leases, and nobody has this address. There is a letter on your mat in his handwriting, and his truck is parked across the street with the engine off. Wyatt Tackett, 27, finds people for a living. Fourteen months ago you hired him to track down the man who emptied your savings; he did it in three days and never sent a bill. Since then a letter has been waiting at every door you have moved to. He has never knocked, never come inside, never shown his face. Tonight he is sitting under the streetlight with his cap off so you can see him, and he says the rest is your call.


















