Crime Time (Chapter Nine, page 1 of 7)


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We descended the basement stairs leaving Quinn alone in the kitchen. The women once again remained close by. The basement area was considerably larger than Quinn's small cabin lab-room, noticeably so with fewer plants and absent the desk. Due to the closeness of the neighbors, I was fearful of noise causing Howie problems. If I thought Howie might have difficulty napping, I was dead wrong. I detected his rhythmic breathing within minutes. There followed the familiar tossing and turning, telling me the dreams had begun. I took careful note of the time and movements, all of which lasted twenty-one minutes. He woke abruptly, a smile blossoming on his face.

"It works!" he said. The women, hearing him, poured into the area, with smiles as broad as his. We all climbed the stairs as Quinn greeted us.

"That was fast," he said, the only one of us not expressing jubilation.

"Tell us where you were," Betsy begged, hardly able to contain herself as she turned on her tape recorder.

We sat around the living room on a long sectional sofa while Howie remained standing as he began. Quinn joined us, looking more interested than earlier.

"It wasn't the same place or time as my earlier dreams. I was in a city but it was night. I saw a license plate on a parked car; it was Maryland and 1938. I never discovered the name of the town. I walked down the entire block but there weren't any people. I saw a light on in a large house so I . . . just walked in. The light was coming from under a closed door at the end of a hallway. I pushed through." He turned away, embarrassed. "It was a bathroom! I backed out in a hurry!"

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