Nancy’s phone rang early the next morning. Detective Cardinal called and said he’d be over at 9:30. Luke had just finished a piece of peanut butter toast and his second cup of orange juice. Nancy sat at the table staring at her legal pad which now had almost ten pages of notes, jottings, and scribbles. The clock hanging on the kitchen wall just ticked past 10:03.
“He said he’s coming, right?”
“Yes, Luke. He’s coming. Try and be patient. He’s probably just hung up in traffic. It’s Saturday.”
“Great, the circus is in town. What else is new?” Luke hated Saturdays in Millersville. Tourists and day trippers from all over would come into town buying stones, herbs, and token witchcraft junk. At night they would take guided ghost tours, hoping to catch weird paranormal activity with their cell phones and post the videos to YouTube, just another typical weekend in Millersville. Luke poured his third cup of juice when the doorbell rang. Detective Cardinal came alone.