found videos of people on stair walks, books (the bible being
Secret Stairs: A Walking Guide to the Historic Staircases of Los Angeles
), even an iPhone app from the bookâs author. But no pictures. With addresses. Which was what we needed. And couldnât find.
âWait a min! Wait a sec! Hold on! I think I found something!â Coco shouted. âStairwalksla.com. Anything sound familiar?â
âThe la.com?â I guessed. âLike dogparksla.com, right?â
Coco perked up. âMaybe thatâs a clue, like his initials or something. Get out the pic you took at the Villa Seaside Apartments.â
I grabbed my phone and looked at the list of tenants. âThereâs an L.A.! L. Astin! We so rock, we could freakinâ solve freakinâ murders if we freakinâ wanted to!â We tried to high-five and missed. It took four times before we connected solidly.
âIâll start researching L. Astins,â Coco said, âyou check out the site.â
www.StairwalksLA.com
I looked at it on my phone. âWell, itâs a way better design than Sandi Sternâs,â I reported. It suddenly made me a little sad to think my new friend Sandi, of dogparksla.com, may not be a real person. Which of course meant that Mr. WTF might not be as well. What if the troubled, homely old housewife with the severely handicapped twin stepsons
was
behind this? What if Coco was right? I had to focus. âThe girl who does the blog has some funny icons describing the stair walks on itâlike PEE ALERT, NOSY NEIGHBORS, and CARRY MACE. And there are PICS! With addresses! Halle-fuckinâ-lujah!â
âLetâs check âem out.â Coco joined me, having found nothing on L. Astin except that
Lastin
is elastic used for sewing cloth diapers. Good to know. There were four photos on StairwalksLA.com that we decided could possibly be of the stairs in the video. We would start there.
âReady to go?â Coco asked.
âWhat do you think?â
We gathered our stuff and my dogs and piled into Cocoâs car. As we drove to the first set of stairs, my phone rang.
âHello?â
âHey, honey.â
It was Liza. Thatâs one thing Iâve found a lot of gay women have in commonâthey call each other âhoneyâ even well after theyâve broken up. And of course they mostly continue on being friends with their exes, so if theyâre all at a party and someone calls out HONEY, every head turns.
âHi, sweet pea.â I like to mix it up, keep it fresh.
âYou OK?â
âYeah. No. Whatever. First, how are you? And howâs Kelly?â
Liza caught me up and when she asked once more how I was, I broke down. In between sobs, snorts, then laughing at my sobs and snorts, I filled her in on everything that had gone down. Coco had me put Liza on speaker, and she joined in, adding, embellishing, and commenting to her East Coast counterpart (minus us ever having sex!).
Usually when people think of New York, itâs dark and edgy. And L.A. is bright and sparkly. If that were true, Liza and Coco pulled a
Freaky Friday
. For as cynical and unbelieving as Coco is, Liza is a sunshiny optimist. In fact, she works for a motivational company that has the big, phat, cool spiritual/self-help website:
www.eVolveTransmedia.com
She runs a site for them called TEXT YOUR WISH where people⦠uh⦠obvs, text their wishes! And then wishes are picked and fulfilled.
www.TextYourWish.com
Note to selfâmaybe itâs time to give it a shot and wish for $500.00 to help out my brother?!
So when Coco said, âYouâve seen
Catfish
? Donât you think itâs crazy to be doing this hunt?â of course Liza effused just the opposite.
âItâs the most brilliant thing Iâve ever heard! What are the chances of you getting a camera to begin with, and that one in particular? Itâs TOTALLY meant to be!â
Coco withdrew a