Monday 1:30 p.m.
DS: So we called the marketing director (of the comic book convention Kyle went to), keeping in mind that it was three years ago. He hadn't heard of a black superman either. But we told him the name; and with his records, he was able to match up an identical name. Unfortunately, he didn't have a current address, a phone number, or any more information other than, "Okay, this is the guy's name I think you're talking about."
CS: So you had a name, which was your only lead. What time was it then?
DS: It was about 3 or 4 o'clock, Monday afternoon. We had also spent the whole day on the Internet, trying to find out if he had a web page or anything, any lead, that might lead us to him.
CS: But no luck.
DS: Nothing. So the next step was to call a private investigator.
CS: So cool...
DS: All we had was this name, so we said, "We're looking for this man. Can you find him." She said, "Okay. I'll call you in the morning and I'll give you his phone number and address." So we thought, oh we're never going to find him. But she was able to search the entire country through some kind of database. She called me at 9:00 a.m., Tuesday morning, saying, "Here's his phone number." So we called him, and it turns out he lives right around the corner, in West L.A.. I told him, "Now this may sound odd, but are you Black Superman?" And he said, "Yes, I am."
Part three of this thrilling tale will be posted tomorrow. Long live Superion!