“They’re both leaving!” You turn to Cogs and Ash. “Which means no one’s left in the house.” “Nobody that we know of.” Cogs corrects you. “We have to risk it. This could be our only chance to have a look upstairs and see what’s going on.” Cogs looks apprehensive, but he always looks like that. […]

 As your father’s squad car passes by, you simply wave with the most sincere smile you can muster. Ash and Cogs go with your lead, and your father waves back. He looks a little preoccupied, and you can’t blame him. “Aren’t we going to tell him?” asks Cogs. “We have nothing to tell him. We […]

“Sure. We’d love to come in!” Ash and Cogs don’t have great poker faces as they stare at you nervously. You hope you look a little smoother as you reach your hand into your pocket. You pull out the handkerchief you always carry (as you never know when a red checkered flag might come in […]

“Hey, Ash, do we still have the order form we used in February when we tried to find out if Mr. Gordon killed his wife?” Ash brightens and nods enthusiastically, though her expression falters somewhat. Apparently, she remembers how Mr. Gordon turned the hose on you in the second coldest day of winter. And then his […]