Double Dog Dared to Disappear

"Whatever happened to Doug?", read the sandwich board. The man wearing it was visibly bored, and making only a cursory attempt to hand out leaflets. I wanted to know who hired him, and why. But I couldn't just ask.

I took a flyer to see if there might be any clues. “Whatever happened to Doug?” Same as the sandwich board. On the back, near the bottom I saw a phone number in tiny print. Maybe that would help me figure out who was looking for my missing brother.

"Yeah?" came a voice on the other line. "Tell me about Doug," I demanded. "Dog?" the voice asked. "No—Doug." "Rug?" "Doug." "Van?" "Now you're being disingenuous," I said. "Maybe," the voice said, "if you hadn't called me Fart-face, I wouldn't have to hide, big brother." Click.