You're no longer working for the township. Maybe I didn't make myself clear about your status.
The first was Max, who said, "John, this is Chief Maxwell. I tried my answering machine again, and there were two new calls. The lights were off, but sunlight came in through the windows. Presently, I found the gift shop-Gift Shoppe-which had once been a summer kitchen, I think, and I went in. I couldn't see anything sinister about the place, no paintings of burning churches on the walls, no black candles, no needlepoint pentagrams or black cats, and the kitchen had no bubbling witch's cauldron. It wasn't actually a museum in the sense of exhibits it was just a decorated period house. I didn't see or hear anyone in the house, so I wandered about from room to room. The place was all antiques, of course, mostly junk if you want my opinion, but probably worth a bunch of buckos. The foyer was big, and to the left was a large sitting room, to the right was the dining room. The house, as I said, was large, circa about 1850s, typical of the home of a rich merchant or sea captain. Maybe it was another brown-bearded man in a white Porsche. Yet, he didn't seem to recall his June visit. Fredric Tobin had been at the Gordons' on at least one occasion.
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