Crime Time (Chapter Five, page 2 of 7)

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Quinn burst past us, anxious to perform what tasks were necessitated by the deadline that signaled the termination of his experiments. The four of us retreated to the first floor, amid a rain of questions while he remained upstairs. Howie kept us in suspense until we assumed our seats around the table.

"It was fantastic!" he pronounced.

Betsy bounced up and down like a kid on a trampoline while Martha looked in awe. "Tell us!" I said.

Howie took a deep breath. "I was in a small town, on the main street with cars and people all around. Two horses were tied up and there was a wagon and mule at the end of the street. The sidewalks were wooden and the street was dusty and unpaved. I just stood there for a moment or two, taking it all in. I looked down at my body and like before, I wasn't there! I tried to touch a hand rail next to me but I just passed through it! When I tried to move I found I could!"

"God!" Betsy exclaimed. "This is terrific!"

"It was like walking in water and I almost lost my balance but after a few steps, I could control my motion pretty well. A car was parked in front of me, an old Ford. I read the license plate." He paused for affect and announced, "It was West Virginia, 1932!"

"I don't believe it," said Martha in a voice that spoke the opposite.

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