Suddenly Meme reached over to pick up two pieces of coral with her hooves. "This reminds me of the puzzles I used to play with as a lamb. Not the large flat ones you lay out on the ground but the 3d ones that formed animals and buildings. See this piece interlocks with this one perfectly. Now let me see if I can find...yes, here it is. Now can you see where I'm going with this?"
And he did. As he watched her nimble hooves connect each piece with the next one, he could start to make out the distinctive form of a key with an oceanic flair about it. Bits of coral swirled around it and poked out here and there but you could see right away that it was meant to fit into a specific lock. Now he just had to find out which lock that was.
"Well, we've uncovered one mystery tonight but that still leaves us with more questions than answers. I say we keep driving until we hit Vegas and check into the honeymoon suite at the Luxor. Then we can hit the tattoo shop first thing in the morning and see if someone there can shed more light on this secret mission of ours. Mr. Red Dell said he would contact once we reached the city and he had set up a base camp. We can tell him about the coral key when he calls," Frank explained, bleating in surprise when Meme leaned over and kissed him.
"I love a goat on a mission," she declared with a sparkle in her eye. "Now don't you think this is more exciting than pants shopping in Paris?"
"Maybe," he conceded but a small smile started to form as Meme snuggled up to him and he pulled back onto the highway headed to Las Vegas. He really didn't need much to be completely happy. With Meme at his side, a mystery to solve, and Liberace's Gold Lame Pants to win, he couldn't be happier.
The rest of the drive was peaceful and quiet but just as they were about to pull off for the final exit to Las Vegas, their sporty red hybrid convertible started to cough up smoke and Frank had to pull the vehicle to the side. Getting out of the car, he carefully propped open the hood and took a look at the engine. Barely a moment had passed when he heard a low female voice with a sexy Russian accent ask, "May I be of assistance?"
Turning around, Frank stared at the unexpected intruder with wide, surprised eyes. "Do I know you?"
Who is this newcomer on the scene? Is she a friend or foe? Will Frank and Meme ever make it to Las Vegas?