Page 25 of Nightmare

“The last reporter who tried to write a story about it attempted to claim that the police and Bill Whart had something to do with it, and she was run out of town. Not because she was right, but because there was an uproar against her for spreading lies. The people of this town dislike the members of that club and anyone attempting to stand up for them.”

That sparks my interest.

Someone else attempted to write this story?

Of course many have no doubt tried, but it sounds to me like this woman was getting a little too close to the truth. Anxiously, I dare to press on. “I did hear about that. What was her name again?”

Shaking her head slightly, a scowl crosses her face. “Georgina Thomas. She was a snake. She came here once, demanding to know why I was against an autopsy. She sat outside of this house for two days until I had to have her physically removed.”

Now that is interesting.

Trying not to act too eager at this news, I nod in understanding.

“You never wanted to get your family autopsied, that is your decision.”

I say it in a casual, understanding way.

“An autopsy was done,” she explains, “I just never wanted the results. Why would I? I knew what happened that day. Everyone knows what happened that day.”

Anticipation bursts in my chest.

So there is an autopsy out there somewhere.

Now that is something I’d love to get my hands on.

“I understand that. I won’t hold you up much longer, I know you probably just want to be left alone.”

“Go and see Jordan at the police station, he’s probably the only officer who will listen to you. He has been my lifeline.”

Oh, I’ve already seen Jordan.

He’s the biggest snake I’ve met. I don’t tell her that.

“Thank you so much, I will go and see him right away. I appreciate your help.”

Finishing up, I leave the house with a new-found determination in my chest.

It’s time to put this investigation into full speed.

It’s time to uncover the truth.

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