It has been a long time since I have wanted to remember what happened to me in a day, so this is the first entry in this journal in over 5 years.
The week started like any other, wake up, work at the farm, drink, work, sleep. Rinse repeat. There was talk around town about Bobby Dean causing trouble, but that is nothing new. There was that odd shape I saw in the woods near my farm, but I just figured it was my imagination playing tricks on the trees. Looking back, maybe not. Who knows?
But I am getting ahead of myself. Friday started like any other, so I was pretty lit by the time I got to work, and Lee informed me that the police were planning on harassing the customers tonight. I don’t know where Lee gets his information, but it is always accurate. Lee told me to warn a few of the better customers to leave before the police showed up. Paul was in the bar bragging about his latest story, so I sent him several extra drinks. That man has clearly never experience true horror, so maybe a night in jail will be good for him.
With the police stationed out front, the bar died down quickly, and Lee sent Teresa and I home early. I offered to walk her home, and things were going well until we heard a scream coming from the cemetery. By the time we got there, several people were standing over the body of a woman. It was Bonnie Roberts, she had come into the bar a few times, just a young girl, seemed nice. Now she was dead, with three slashes in her back. As the coroner was taking her off, I noticed a piece of wood sticking out of one of her wounds.
Paul and Father Theo were still around, and the three of us talked about what we had seen. It turns out I was not the only who had seen something odd this week. With the excitement over, I took Teresa home and decided to turn in myself. The next morning I went about my normal routine, I told Wolfe all about the girls death, and found out that the police had found Bobbie Dean in the cemetery covered in blood, and had arrested him.
Later that day, I ran into Paul and Father Theo, apparently they were trying to dig into what happened last night. With nothing better to do, I decided to help them out. They were heading over the the library to see if they could find out something about Bonnie’s friend Megan. While they were talking to the librarian, I tried talking to the other young girl at the library, but she didn’t know Megan or Bonnie.
I could hear that Paul and Father Theo were getting no where getting information out of Mr. Gourd, so I decided to help them. I pointed out to Mr. Gourd that we were worried about Megan, and were just trying to help her, and he let slip that her last name was Roberts. A couple minutes in the phone book, and I found the Roberts address, 212 Sycamore.
The three of us headed there, and it didn’t look like anyone had been around in weeks, so I knocked on the neighbors doors until I found someone. Apparently the Roberts were out of town, but Megan was staying at the house by herself. It looks like we hit a bit of a dead end here. I went with Paul and Father Theo to the newspaper to go through the archives looking for information about the Roberts and any other mysterious animal attacks and disappearances. We found a few occurrences, but nothing exactly like what happened to Bonnie.
Things were pretty quiet for a couple days until we got summoned to the police station to give our statements. In addition to myself, Paul and Father Theo were there, along with Bobbie Dean’s lawyer Ty Goodman, and Bobbie’s girlfriend Robyn. I gave my statement, and was getting pretty pissed at this flatfoot, treating me like a criminal. After I gave my statement, I was sent to the waiting room, and ended up talking to Ty Goodman. We exchanged what information we had learned, and I agreed to help him find out the truth about what happened to Bonnie.
The others came into the room and we all started talking. It turns out none of us believe Bobbie had anything to do with the murder, and all of us wanted to figure out what really happened.