2 Harry Hogan: Ghost in the Wood Shed

Branson shook his head. “Uncle John had a beautiful country home with a lot of land. I think I’d live there and...” He grinned. “Since I’ve been on the road, I’ve been recording my thoughts on how my life has changed. I’ve been thinking I might put it all into a book if I can find a publisher who’s interested. A few days here would give me a chance to catch up on my notes and finalize my plans before winter sets in. I really don’t relish being on the road during winter.”

“No, I doubt if the experience would be as good as what you’ve had already. Besides, if you go home you might even write that rags-to-riches story yourself,” said Harry. “I doubt if your staying here will bother anyone, but please leave the place as you found it. Stop by the station and let us know when you leave.”

“I’ll do that,” Branson agreed, nodding his head. “A few days are all I need, detective.”

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“Do you believe him?” Bruce asked later as they walked across the parking lot towards the station.

“You read the same stories I did... and yes, I do. In fact, I think he might even write that rags-to-riches story himself.”

“I could only read the headlines,” Bruce admitted, “but I could see the resemblance in the picture.”

Harry stepped inside and turned as Bruce came behind him. “Go,” he said, pointing a finger at his partner. “Make an appointment with the optometrist, first one you can get, and have your eyes checked.”

Bruce hesitated. “I don’t know if I’d look good in glasses.”

Harry glared at him. “I hope to God you aren’t serious. We’re talking about your vision, you nitwit! And they do have contact lenses these days, you know.”

“I’m kidding!” Bruce grinned and headed quickly towards his desk.

Harry shook his head and pointed his finger again. “Go.” Then he walked into his office and shut the door firmly behind him. He sat at the desk and prepared to write up his report, feeling the tension in the back of his neck again. The ghost in the wood shed had turned out to be very human after all. He wondered briefly if he should let Hatcher know. Then he grinned. Nah, he thought, I’ll leave him wondering. No doubt he’ll see the light again tonight and be back here tomorrow. I’ll tell him then.

 

Harry Hogan 02 - Ghost in the Wood Shed

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Now retired, after 39 years as a Librarian, Fay Herridge is a voracious reader, avid family historian, and a love of writing. She also enjoys walking, gardening, knitting, crocheting and photography; and is active in church and community events. Her poems and stories have been published in newspapers and magazines. “Satisfaction comes when others enjoy my work while inspiration comes from anywhere and everywhere.”
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