Crime Time (Chapter Six, page 2 of 14)


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No one suggested evening games and by the time the dishes were cleared, everyone was fidgety and ready to proceed but Quinn remained in his lab. We briefly discussed tomorrow's half-day activities now that the weather had improved but our collective hearts weren't in it.

Martha, always the caring hostess, finally went upstairs and chased Quinn from his quarters, freeing up the now-dismantled lab room. Quinn, surprised we were still clinging to our project, slumped down in an easy chair, journals in hand. He announced his lab was, "free of any and all ghosts of the past."

We assumed our now familiar positions with Howie changed into pajamas and robe. None of us felt the excitement of the afternoon. The lab was neatly cleared and boxes stood from floor to ceiling. The electronic equipment had disappeared as well. Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall. I sat nearby but my wait was brief. I heard rhythmic breathing, signifying normal sleep. I waited ten minutes before leaving the room. Explanation of our lack of success was unnecessary and we all retired for the night.

When Betsy and I snuggled in bed, she admitted her profound disappointment in not finding Alder's Bridge a reality. She vowed to keep searching. While I preferred not to toss a wet blanket on her quest, I remained far more pragmatic. I related Howie's comment about not letting go.

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