Humble pie tastes a lot like crow
Things aren’t as bad as I thought – they could be better – but, I’m hopeful. I smoothed things over, at least I tried to. It’s going to take some time, but he’s worth it.
Sometimes I’m not so good with the words. Which is really annoying a total knock to my self confidence.
Anyways, remember a while back when that doctor from the psychiatric place I investigated was following me and crank calling me? Well, he’s back. He heard about me and my queries into a certain paranormal psychologist and wants to talk. I politely declined and mentioned that since I’m now friends with the chief of police that a restraining order was a phone call away.
So, back to work it is.
I have more evidence in the werewolf support category, but it is all circumstantial. The people I met on the forums are nice and a few even invited me to their next “moon gathering” which I politely declined after an overly enthusiastic member posted photos. Yeah, that’s not the direction I’ll be going in with this case.
The deeper I dig, the more I wonder if perhaps I’m dealing with something more, something else that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Another missing woman from Logansville. Another heartbroken boyfriend that has no answers. Another jar with something terrible inside. Everyone’s struggling, putting in extra hours and running down every possible lead. But we’re chasing our tails. We need…I don’t know.
I need to eat some pie and think. But not this weekend – they’re going to try the turkey run again. Old lady Gigham has been unarmed. They found her in some sort of yurt she made out of sticks and the hide of an animal she skinned with her teeth. Did I mention how scary this woman is?
Have fun people, try not to get cornered by a gaggle this weekend. I’ve seen it happen and it’s not pretty.