So, you know this ain’t a formal investigation or nothin’ like that, yeah?
. . .
Good, good. Things don’ work the same way out here in the middle of nowhere, you know?
. . .
Laughter. Yeah, yeah. True. Well, let’s get down to business, Mister . . .
. . .
Right, Mr. Anderner. As you know, I’m Detective Mitch Collins and we’re here because of the ah, interesting rumors that’ve been circulatin’.
. . .
You know that there have been–hardly-suppressed snort of incredulity—uh, about a half-dozen unique claims that you’re behind the recent chain of homicides/disappearances we’ve been havin’ in town and the surrounding counties?
. . .
Now, I’m sure you understand that these are obviously outlandish claims, particularly considerin’ that each of these are of a . . . supernatural tone.
. . .
More laughter. Exactly. The townsfolk keep callin’ you the Devil, claiming that you shape shift into various mythological and even unknown creatures . . . um, such as a werewolf, dragon . . . even got a Grendel and two-headed fire-breathing snake here.
. . .
Yeah, that’d be somethin’, wouldn’t it? All right, so there’s obviously not much substance behind these claims, but apparently since you moved to town on Friday the thirteenth, three months ago, and it was coincidentally a full moon, people think that you’ve brought over a crateful of wickedness for us.
. . .
I like that. “Flair for the dramatic,” indeed!
. . .
Yes, either that or a complete coincidence. All right, while some people—especially Mr. Bauer from the department store—have been saying that you’ve been the ah, catalyst for these events, the first disappearance actually took place over a month before you came to town. You said before you came here you lived in Kansas City?
. . .
Right, right. Totally understand that need for a slower pace. So you never even knew Jolene Roderick, then.
. . .
Good, good. Now, uh, we had Bobby Guilders go out on a hunting trip coupla days ago and he hasn’t come back yet. Mr. Bauer came over t’ my place last night and demanded that I do somethin’ about this whole little fiasco, so I guess it’d be proper t’ ask where you’ve been over the last few days.
. . .
Right, right. Some scribbling. I’ll check up with them later just to be sure, Mr. Anderner. Okay . . . Ripping and folding of paper, then rustling. Uh, I suppose a visit to your house would be in order. That won’t be a problem would it?
. . .
Good man. It wouldn’t be an inconvenience t’ drop by now, would it?
. . .
Sure thing. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve just got t’ go to the other room. Just a minute.
. . . Slamming door. Silence. Then whistling. . .
. . .
Creaking door. Sorry about tha—what the—
. . .
Scraping chair. Curses.
. . .
No, no. It’s impossible. Please no!
. . .
Oh, God, help me!
. . .
Indiscernible sounds. More whistling.
No, no, nononononon—
. . .
Thumping. Whistling tapers off. More noises.
. . .
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