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“It’s come to our attention that a computer was located on the premises and it’s currently in Mr Hunt’s possession. Tell Mr Hunt I’d like to see him and the computer in Drumheller no later than four p.m. today or we’ll send someone to Calgary to retrieve it.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Charlie disconnected from the call.
Declan started working his way up from Charlie’s toes.
Charlie sat up and pushed Declan’s head away. “That was the RCMP, and they want us and Tull’s computer in Drumheller by four this afternoon.”
Declan frowned. “What the hell?”
“How did they find out about the computer?” Charlie asked.
Declan shrugged. “Not many options there. We must have a rat at Hoodoo House. Could have been any of them—Sinclair, Mrs Cameron or Henry. Probably not Sinclair, though. He doesn’t want that video to come out.”
Declan sat up. “And who knows? Maybe the cops heard about the computer through another investigation…but somehow I doubt it.”
“Maybe I should give Hoodoo House a call and find out if anyone there said anything,” Charlie replied as he turned on his side.
“Not a bad idea. Then we can grab a shower and maybe swing by your place and get you changed. You’re looking a little…rumpled.”
Charlie thumped Declan with a pillow, then grabbed his phone and called Hoodoo House. The call was picked up after two rings.
“Good morning, Hoodoo House, Hen—”
“Good morning, Henry,” Charlie interrupted.
“Charlie! You wouldn’t believe what happened last night. There was this big guy, I mean he was huge and he rides this massive motorcycle and he came smashing into the house yesterday—crash!And he started to bust up—”
“Henry. Slow down. I want you to take a deep breath and tell me, slowly, what happened.”
“What’s going on?” Declan whispered.
Charlie held up his hand.
“There was this big biker guy,” Henry continued, now talking painfully slow. “He came to the house last night when Gramma Carol was away. He started to smash up the place…but I chased him away, smiting him like The Slithe smited Momrath in my comic books. It was so cool I wish you could have seen it!”
“Are you and Mrs Cameron all right?”
“Yup. Yup, right as rain. We’re good,” Henry piped.
“Is your Gramma Carol around?”
“She’s having her bath right now. I could go and get her if you want.”
“No, Henry, that’s okay. Tell me—did the police come by last night?”
“You bet. They were here in a flash. And it was the same sergeant that came when Mr Tull died.”
“Sergeant Bowen?”
“Yeah. That’s her. She’s really nice, though she wouldn’t let me sit in the front of the police car. Speaking of cars, you still owe me a ride in yours. It’s way cooler than Sergeant Bowen’s.”
Declan looked at Charlie intently.
“I’ll fill you in in a second,” Charlie whispered to Declan, then turned his attention back to the call.
“Did Sergeant Bowen ask about us, by any chance?” Charlie pressed.
