Chapter Ten
Outside, Shayne finished pumping the gas before joining Claire in the SUV. Once Shayne was comfortable in his seat, he pulled out his smartphone and called his dad.
"Not a good time, Shayne," Miguel—Shayne's dad—answered with.
"This is very, very important, Dad," Shayne quickly told him. Claire pulled away from the pumps. "So whatever you're doing right now, you need to hit pause for a moment."
Miguel sighed for a moment before saying, "I can't hit pause at the moment, but I'll call you back in about thirty minutes."
"Okay, but," Shayne got out before noticing that the call had already been terminated. Shayne went to put his phone away. "He hung up on me, and I bet he's doing something that should be done by someone half his age. He needs to retire before he hurts himself."
"What does you dad do?" Claire asked as she waited at the edge of the lot for a car to pass.
"He and my brother David own and operate a construction company," Shayne replied. "My dad is seventy-two and according to David, my dad tries to work as if he's a young man."
"My grandpa—my mom's dad—is the same way," Claire began before pulling out of the lot and into traffic. "He's a woodcraftsman and he still going strong at seventy-eight. So I guess, if your dad is in good shape and is able to do the work, then I say more power to him."
"My mom has the same attitude as you do about my dad working," Shayne replied. "However, his father and his father's father died of heart attacks before the age of seventy-five."
"I see your concerns, Shayne, but it's really up to your dad on how he lives," Claire said.
"Yes, which is another reason why I'm not living in Albuquerque," Shayne said. "If I would have to watch him work every day, I would most likely be nagging him to retire."
"You know, working might be what is keeping your dad feeling young," Claire pointed out. "More often than not, people die soon after retiring."
"I've been made aware of that fact too," Shayne replied. "Still, I would feel a lot better if my dad would stop acting as if he's in his thirties."
"Once you reach your seventies, Shayne, you might feel energetic as your father," Claire pointed out. "I sure hope I'm energetic when I'm in my seventies."
Shayne let out an agreeing murmur, but before he could reply, Toby's voice over the radio said, "Claire, come in. Over."
Claire grabbed the receiver to the radio and replied, "Go ahead. Over."
"Sylvia Crawley had called," Toby began in a humdrum tone. "She told me to tell you that he's back. Over."
"Okay, I'll take care of it. Out," Claire replied before putting the receiver back and turning on the lights without the siren.
"Who's Sylvia Crawley and who's back?" Shayne asked as Claire slowed down at the approaching intersection.
"It would be easier to bring you up to speed by first telling you who's back," Claire began as she turned right at the intersection. "And who's back is Dustin Webster. He is eighty-five years old and he suffers from Alzheimer. Six months ago, Sylvia Crawley's current home was Dustin's home and he had lived there with his fifty-nine-year-old daughter, Chelsea Simmons. However, six months ago, Chelsea died from complications from a surgical procedure and Dustin had to move in with his grandson, William Webster II; AKA Willie. Willie is a decent person, but he seems not to be keeping a great eye on his grandfather. Today is the fourth time that Dustin had showed up at Sylvia's door since she and her two young daughters moved in, five months ago."
"Perhaps it's time for Dustin to be placed in a nursing home," Shayne suggested.
"I brought up that suggestion last time and I'm going to bring it up again once Dustin is back with Willie," Claire replied.
"Perhaps we need to do more than suggest it," Shayne replied.
"You mean contact social service?" Claire questioned.
"You will have to at some point if this keeps up; otherwise, Dustin or someone else could get hurt, and if you don't want to make that call, I can do it," Shayne replied.
"Before you or I make that call, let me talk to Willie one last time," Claire requested. "I'll make sure that he knows that Dustin cannot show up at Sylvia's door again."
"Alright," Shayne replied. "But if this happens a fifth time, I'm making that call."
"Okay, thanks for allowing me to take care of this this time," Claire told him.
"No problem," Shayne replied. "Anyway, how far does Willie live from Sylvia?"
"About a quarter of a mile," Claire replied. "So it wouldn't take long for Dustin to get to Sylvia's house once Dustin is out."
"And Sylvia only lives there with just her two daughters? No husband or boyfriend?" Shayne asked.
"The husband is currently serving a tour in Afghanistan," Claire began. "So it's just Sylvia and her two daughters. Her daughters are cute as a button and if I remember right, they are five and seven."
At Sylvia's house, Willie (a forty-year-old Caucasian man) had gotten to Sylvia's house before Shayne and Claire, and as Willie was attempting to guide Dustin to his blue Ford Taurus, Claire pulled into the driveway behind the Taurus. Sylvia (a twenty-seven –year-old Caucasian woman) stood in her doorway and was watching.
"I have this, Sheriff Spiros," Willie said while waving. Claire ignored Willie and put the SUV into park and turned off the engine. As Shayne and Claire were getting out of their SUV, Willie continued to say, "Sheriff Spiros, everything is taken care of. I got this."
"Mr. Webster, I'm not the sheriff, and I'm no longer the acting sheriff," Claire began. "So my correct title is Deputy Spiros. The man coming around on my right is our new sheriff, Sheriff Mendes, and I can't allow you to leave with your grandfather until after you and I discuss this ongoing problem."
"Inconvenience 'yes', but this is hardly a problem, Deputy Spiros," Willie replied as Shayne and Claire approached him and Dustin.
"The first two times when Dustin showed up here were inconveniences, Mr. Webster," Claire began as she and Shayne joined Willie and Dustin. Dustin mumbled out incoherently while looking between Shayne and Claire. "The third time when he showed up here was an issue—which I should have stated that fact out then, so I apologize for not making that clear. And now here we are again for the fourth time. Mr. Webster, have you given anymore consideration about putting your grandfather in a nursing facility?"
"I'm not going to do that, Deputy Spiros," Willie insisted.
"Then, Mr. Webster, you will have to keep a better eye on your grandfather because this can't happen a fifth time, and if it does, I will have to contact social services," Claire informed.
"Fine," Willie was only able to get out.
"Why can't you officers understand," Dustin spouted out.
"It's fine, Grandpa…" Willie was again only able to get out.
"Grandpa?" Dustin echoed as if he had been insulted. "You're not exactly a young man either, Zack, and these officers are harassing us. We don't know where Alice Cooper, Renee Busch and Carol Gerard are."
As Claire stared curiously at Dustin, Willie replied, "I'm not Zack, Grandpa; I'm Willie—your grandson—and you mentioned Alice Cooper, Renee Busch and Carol Gerard the last time when Deputy Spiros was called here. Who are those three women, Grandpa?"
Dustin stared expressionlessly at Willie for a moment before turning towards the house and saying, "It's been a long day. I need a nap."
Before Dustin could step away, Willie grabbed his arm and said, "This isn't our home, Grandpa. Get in the car and I'll take you home."
"What's wrong with you, Zack?" Dustin asked Willie. "Bernadette and I had lived here for twenty years."
"I'm not your brother Zack. I'm your grandson, Willie," he replied while patting his chest.
"Mr. Webster, take your grandfather home," Claire told him. "And keep in mind that if your grandfather shows up here again, I will have to get social services involve."
Willie pursed his lips and nodded before coaxing and guiding Dustin into his car.
Shayne and Claire returned to their SUV and got in as Willie was getting into his car.
As Claire started the SUV, she told Shayne, "I failed to look up Alice Cooper, Renee Busch and Carol Gerard the first time Dustin had mentioned them." Claire backed up to unblock Willie's car. "I thought what he was saying where just ramblings of a person with dementia, but now, I think I better see what I can find out about them."
As Claire came to a stop on the street, Shayne told her, "Once we leave here, you and I can do that back at the station."
Claire nodded before putting the SUV into park and saying, "I want to talk with Sylvia for a moment before we go."
"Alright," Shayne replied.
Willie backed up slightly and stopped when he saw that Shayne and Claire were getting out of the SUV. Claire and Shayne saw Willie as he rolled down his window and stepped over to the driver's door.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Webster?" Claire asked.
"I was just about to ask you that, Deputy Spiros," Willie replied. "I expected for you to drive off, but you two stopped and got out again."
"You're free to go, Mr. Webster," Claire said before indicating towards Sylvia. "Sheriff Mendes and I are going to speak with Ms. Crawley before we leave."
"You know, there was no need for her to contact the sheriff's office," Willie commented while looking between Shayne and Claire.
"And there is no need for her and her two young daughters to be troubled by a lost and confused elderly man showing up at her door every few weeks," Claire countered. "And with that said, take your grandfather home."
"Fine," Willie replied before continuing to back out of the drive way.
As Willie drove off, Shayne and Claire continued towards Sylvia. Sylvia stepped out into the yard as they stepped up.
"I heard what you told Mr. Webster, Deputy Spiros; about how this situation cannot happen a fifth time," Sylvia said before Claire could begin.
Claire nodded before saying, "Yes, hopefully Mr. Webster will keep a better eye on his grandfather from here on out. Anyway, Ms. Crawley, meet Univille's new sheriff. Sheriff Mendes."
"It's nice meeting you, Sheriff Mendes," Sylvia replied.
"Nice meeting you, Ms. Crawley," Shayne replied.
Before anything else could be said, a young girl's voice hollered, "Mom! Joy's being mean."
"Thanks for coming and handling things as you did, Deputy Spiros; Sheriff Mendes, but I need to go referee my two daughters," Sylvia said while gesturing.
"Of course," Shayne replied in an amused grin. "Don't hesitate to call us if this happens again, Ms. Crawley."
"Mom," Sylvia's five-year-old hollered as she exited the house. "Joy's being mean."
"Bye," Sylvia told Shayne and Claire with a wave just before turning toward her daughter. "Trina, I told you not to come outside right now."
Shayne and Claire turned and walked away as Trina uttered, "Well, Joy's being mean."
"I remember those days when one of my daughters would come to my wife or me and say that one of her sisters was being mean to her," Shayne shared.
Claire lightly chuckled before saying, "I actually remember going to my mom and telling on my sister. I was five and Delphina—my sister—was sixteen. She had been dating her husband then and had wanted to spend time with him without me tagging along. Of course I wasn't old enough yet to understand why Delphina didn't want me tagging along."
"That's a wide gap between your age and your sister's age," Shayne made note of. "Do you have other siblings?"
"I do," Claire began. "Delphina was the oldest; I'm the youngest and I have two older brothers and no other sisters."
"Do your brothers live in Rapid City?" Shayne asked.
"No," Claire replied. "In fact, they no longer live in the States."
"Where do they live?" Shayne asked.
"My brothers and my parents live in Greece; Greece is actually where my parents, my sister Delphina and my brother Felix were born," Claire began as they were approaching the SUV. "My parents came to the United States on work visas. My sister Delphina was six. My brother Felix was four and my mom was seven months pregnant with my brother Nikolos when they moved to Rapid City. And then I came along five years later."
"Since Nikolos was born in the States, wouldn't he legally be a U. S. citizen?" Shayne asked.
"Actually, Nikolos and I both have dual citizenship between the U.S. and Greece," Claire replied while moving towards the driver's side. "And before you ask, 'yes', I can speak Greek."
Shayne amusingly grinned while moving towards the passenger's side.
Once inside the SUV and were putting on their seatbelt, Shayne asked, "How long ago had your parents and brothers moved to Greece?"
"My parents moved back to Greece about twelve years ago; soon after the company that my dad had worked for had gone out of business," Claire began before starting the SUV. As Claire drove away, she continued to say, "Delphina had gotten married six years before that and started a family, so I—at age sixteen—was given the choice to move in with Delphina and her family and I took it. I then joined the army one week after I graduated high school.
"As for my brothers, well my dad's dad had offered to pay for our colleges as long as we went to a university in Greece. Delphina and I passed on his offer, but Felix and Nikolos didn't. They went through premed and medical school in Greece and stayed after graduating, which no doubt in my mind was my grandpa's plan from the beginning."
"I can understand why your grandpa wanted his family to move to Greece… or back to Greece," Shayne replied. "In fact, it bothers me slightly that my two older daughters won't be living with my wife and me—mainly because I can't help them if something would happen."
"Yeah, I can understand it too," Claire replied as Shayne's smartphone rang.
Shayne got out his phone, glanced at the caller and said, "Dad. Great. I definitely need to speak with you."
"About what?" Miguel asked.
Shayne hesitated for only a moment before saying, "Okay, I don't know how to say this delicately, so I'm just going to say this outright. You and Mom made a mistake twenty-nine years ago. You and mom did not bury Carmelita."
"What are you talking about, Shayne?" Miguel quickly questioned. "Of course we did."
"No, Dad, you didn't," Shayne countered. "In fact, I strongly believe that you and Mom had buried Lucy Flores."
"Who's Lucy Flores?" Miguel asked.
"Lucy Flores was a girl who had stayed with Peyton Anderson thirty-one years ago," Shayne began. "Lucy was about the same height as Carmelita, and the day Carmelita left home, she had sold all of her jewelry to Peyton."
"Where in hell are you getting your information from?" Miguel demanded to know.
"From the source," Shayne began. "Dad, Carmelita is alive and well and living in Univille, South Dakota. She recognized me right away when we crossed paths." When Miguel didn't respond, Shayne asked, "Dad? Are you still there?"
"I'm here," Miguel replied. "Shayne, are you sure that the woman you met is Carmelita?"
"Yes, Dad, I'm sure," Shayne replied.
"The woman we buried was with Carmelita's boyfriend, Eddie when they died," Miguel replied.
"I made a mistake, Dad, when I told you that Carmelita was dating Eddie," Shayne replied. "I thought Eddie was dating Carmelita because I saw Eddie kissing Carmelita. What I didn't see… or what I didn't stick around long enough to see, was Carmelita threatening to kick him in his manhood if he would ever kiss her again."
"Oh my god," Miguel uttered out. "Shayne, have you told your mom yet?"
"No," Shayne replied. "Mom's a fainter and I wasn't going to take a chance that she would faint if I told her over the phone."
"Your mom had only fainted twice and only during a death related news," Miguel replied in his wife's defense.
"Regardless, Dad, I didn't want to tell Mom over the phone," Shayne replied.
"Alright, I'll tell your mom," Miguel replied. "And text me your new address and the directions on how to get there. We had planned to visit you this weekend, but most likely our visit will begin tomorrow."
"I'll text you, and I'll see you when you get here; bye," Shayne replied before ending the phone call.
"How often does your mom faint?" Claire asked as Shayne put away his phone.
"Not often," Shayne began. "In fact, my dad had pointed out that my mom had only fainted twice. The first time was when my mom and dad had identified the body that was thought to have been Carmelita's body. The second time was when she had learned of her sister's tragic death. Of course I wasn't really around my mom during those times she fainted, but I learned about it soon afterwards. "
"I never saw Carmelita faint, but Shauna—Carmelita's daughter—faints at the sight of blood," Claire shared. "Last Fourth of July, Ray—Carmelita's husband—sliced open his hand pretty good during their picnic outing and Shauna fainted as soon as she saw blood dripping from Ray's hand."
"How well do you know Carmelita and her family?" Shayne asked.
"Carmelita had worked at the gas station before I moved to Univille and we would talk when I filled up the SUV and get my daily chocolate fix," Claire began. Shayne amusingly grinned. "She never mentioned you or your parents though. Anyway, I have spoken with Ray on a few occasions, but I don't know him as well as I do Carmelita. And I have also spoken with each of Carmelita's kids and their spouses and kids; although, Clayton—Carmelita's twenty-four-year-old son—isn't married, nor does he have kids."
"So what is Carmelita's other son's name?" Shayne asked.
"It's Colin," Claire replied. "And he has a very bright four-year-old daughter who can read quite well for her age.'
"What else can you tell me about them?" Shayne asked.
Claire took a breath before answering Shayne.
At the warehouse, Artie and Ronnie were in the control room, along with Myka, Pete, Claudia, Steve and Trailer.
Artie had just taken his seat at the computer to assess the latest ping while Myka, Pete, Claudia and Steve waited patiently for Artie to announce his assessment. Ronnie was in a chair several feet away while petting Trailer.
"Oh," Artie tiresomely said. "Archie's Bed and Breakfast must have gotten sold again."
"Where's Archie's Bed and Breakfast, and why are we getting a ping from there?" Pete was the one to ask as he, Myka, Claudia and Steve looked confused.
"I know about Archie's Bed and Breakfast. It's a haunted lodge in Troy, Alabama," Ronnie was the one to say as she petted Trailer. When everyone turned and stared curiously at Ronnie, Ronnie shrugged and said, "I have a book on haunted places… or at least I had a book on haunted places before coming here and Archie's Bed and Breakfast is listed in the book."
"Yes, Archie's Bed and Breakfast is in Troy, Alabama and it is believed by many to be haunted," Artie began. "Every five to ten years someone buys the bed and breakfast and attempts to open it, and every time this occurs, all hell breaks loose…"
"Artie, in what way does all hell break loose?" Myka was the one to ask.
Artie took a breath before saying, "Unexplained and uncontrollable anger among the employees and guests frequently occurs. Fights and/or assaults have even occurred over the years because of the uncontrollable anger, and according to the psychics… or the people claiming to be psychics, among the angry people are angry and fighting ghosts. And since there are no such things as ghosts…"
"Whoa! Whoa!" Ronnie uttered. "You don't believe in ghosts, Artie?"
"So far, every haunted place I've been to has been haunted because of an artifact," Artie began. "These artifacts had either caused a person to see and hear people who aren't really there or had influenced a person's perception. Either way these haunted places that I had visited weren't really haunted. So 'no'; I don't believe in ghosts."
"It sounds wrong to me for you to say that when you're in charge of a warehouse filled with supernatural objects," Ronnie commented. "Oh, and I do believe in ghosts."
"Yes, well, I believe that there is an artifact at Archie's Bed and Breakfast that gets awakened every time someone attempts to open the lodge," Artie replied. "And with that said, Pete; Myka, you two are to go to Troy, Alabama, on the first flight out in the morning, and find that artifact. And hopefully you have better luck than my two failed attempts on finding the artifact."
"Perhaps your two attempts had failed because there was no artifact to find," Ronnie suggested. "In fact, perhaps a ghost hunting crew should go there instead."
"That actually is a good suggestion," Myka replied in a tone as if she had a plan.
"You want to send a ghost hunting crew to Archie's Bed and Breakfast?" Artie questioned in an incredulous tone.
"No, I don't mean to do that," Myka replied. "I'm suggesting that Pete and I will go in while pretending to be ghost hunters. In fact, Steve and Claudia should come with us as well and pretend to be our camera crew."
Artie thought for a second before saying, "Okay, fine, but if the Mason Compass finds an artifact and restarts the moving process, I'm reassigning two of you to find that artifact and shut that down."
Myka, Pete, Claudia and Steve agreed.
"If we are going in and pretending to be a ghost hunting crew we will need digital cameras, digital voice recorders, EMF detectors, motion detectors, thermometers…" Claudia was only able to say.
"Which sounds very expensive to get," Artie interrupted.
"We might be able to rent the equipment to reduce the cost," Steve suggested.
"Although, we might have to pretend to be a ghost hunting crew again," Claudia pointed out. "I'm actually surprise we haven't had to masquerade as ghost hunters before now."
"Fine," Artie replied. "Go buy what you need and try to keep the equipment and cost to the bare minimum. In fact, if you can buy the equipment used, do it."
"Knightley's Pawn Shop," Claudia announced. "The last time I was in there, I saw a few digital cameras, a couple of voice recorders and a few motion detectors."
"Claudia and I will check out the pawn shop," Steve replied.
"Get receipts," Artie told Steve and Claudia before they could turn and walk away.
"Yes, Artie," Claudia replied as Steve acknowledged with a wave.
"Myka, to help us get into character as ghost hunters, we should go back to the B & B and watch those shows on ghost hunting," Pete suggested as Claudia and Steve moved towards the exit.
"That's actually not a bad suggestion," Myka replied.
"Ronnie, you can go back to the B & B with Myka and Pete," Artie told her.
"So I'm done for the day?" Ronnie asked curiously.
"Yes, you're done for the day," Artie confirmed. "The only thing I wanted you to do today was familiar yourself with the warehouse and you did that, and tomorrow morning you will officially start your duties."
"Okay, but weren't you going to give me a warehouse manual?" Ronnie questioned as she continued to pet Trailer.
"Artie, I can give Ronnie Leena's volumes; they're still at the B & B," Myka said.
"Yes, an excellent suggestion," Artie replied. "Leena had written notes in her books that Ronnie might find useful. Also, just before Leena's death, Leena was using a journal book to write out additional notes that she couldn't fit in her volumes. So give Ronnie that too."
"Okay," Myka replied before waving for Ronnie to come along. "Let's go, Ronnie."
"See you later, Trailer," Ronnie told him with a final rub on the head before standing.
At the Sheriff's office, Shayne and Claire were at their respective computers while researching the names Alice Cooper, Renee Busch and Carol Gerard. Toby had received a call from Lionel Miller (a Univille resident and a snake farmer) about a lost many-banded krait prior to Shayne and Claire's return and was out handling that call.
"I found something on the three girls," Shayne announced after searching for ten minutes. "And it appears to be from a forty-five-year-old case file that was scanned into the computer about fifteen years ago."
"Okay, what did you find?" Claire quickly asked while standing.
Claire joined Shayne at his computer as Shayne replied, "The three girls are missing sixteen-year-olds from an unsolved missing person's case. All three girls were on the Univille cheerleading squad and they had all gone missing the same day. According to this, Zachariah Webster—AKA Zack—was a talented artist who painted portraits and he was painting a group portrait for the three girls just before they had gone missing. Zack was the last known person to have seen the three girls and so he became the prime suspect in their disappearance. Sheriff Bronwyn, the sheriff at the time, had interrogated Zack twice, but couldn't find sufficient evidence that Zack had anything to do with the girls' disappearances. One week into the investigation of the missing three girls, two other teenage girls, Bethany Black and Bethany's cousin Cynthia Black went missing. Sheriff Bronwyn went to pick up Zack for a third time, but Zack's house was on fire when Sheriff Bronwyn arrived and once the fire was put out, Zack's burned remains were found. Sheriff Bronwyn couldn't find any additional clues on the five missing girls after that and the case turn cold."
After a slight hesitation and looking as if she was attempting to singlehandedly solve a puzzle, Claire replied, "If Zack was the prime suspect in all five disappearance forty-five years ago, I can see why Dustin would remember that above all other memories and look at us with contempt."
"If you're looking to reopen this cold case, I wouldn't recommend it," Shayne began. "The prime suspect died in a fire forty-five years ago, the prime suspect's brother has Alzheimer and Sheriff Bronwyn had no other leads to begin anew."
"I wasn't thinking about reopening this case," Claire claimed.
"Okay, then why do you look as if you're trying to make sense of this?" Shayne asked.
"Zack's profession doesn't make sense to me," Claire replied.
"Why doesn't it make sense?" Shayne quickly asked.
"Univille is currently a very small town and forty-five years ago it was even smaller," Claire began. "I don't care how talented Zack was as an artist; here in Univille, he could not have been painting enough portraits to make painting portraits his sole method for income."
"That's an excellent point," Shayne replied as he turned his attention back to the computer. After a short search, he continued to say, "Actually, he and his brother were…" Shayne's voice got difficult to hear as he finished with, "IRS agents."
"So Zack and Dustin had worked at that huge warehouse that's a few miles out of town," Claire recapped. "Oh, that huge warehouse that's a few miles out of town is where all the IRS agents around here work at."
"I actually knew that," Shayne replied as he thought of what that meant.
"Then you might also know that those same agents have rooms at the bed and breakfast—the same place you are staying," Claire pointed it out.
"Yes, I knew that too," Shayne replied while giving Claire his full attention.
"By you and those agents residing in the same place makes a great opportunity to look into this cold case a little better," Claire pointed out.
"I don't think we have anything more to add to this case, Claire, so I won't go snooping about," Shayne replied. "However, when I see Mrs. Frederic again, I will bring up this cold case and see if she has any information on it."
"Mrs. Frederic?" Claire echoed curiously before describing her.
"Yeah, that's Mrs. Frederic," Shayne confirmed.
"I've met her and I have seen her around on several occasions," Claire began. "Exactly who is she and what does she do?"
"She's the IRS agents' boss, and she's the one who actually recommended me for the sheriff's position," Shayne shared. "Anyway, once I see her again, I'll ask her about Zack and Dustin."
"Alright," Claire replied as Toby called for Shayne over his radio.
"Go ahead, Toby, over," Shayne replied.
"The snake that had gotten out of its container is a many-banded krait and poisonous," Toby informed. "We—Mr. Miller, his five workers and I—looked everywhere we can possibly think to look and it's nowhere to be found. Please advise, over."
Shayne thought for a moment before saying, "Toby, get a list of all who were in and out of that facility today, over."
"You think someone stole the snake?" Toby asked. "Over."
"That's one possibility," Shayne replied. "Another possibility is that someone has an unwelcome stowaway. Anyway, hurry up on that list. The faster we can find that snake; the faster we can prevent someone from getting poisoned, over."
"Mr. Miller assures me that the Univille's clinic and the emergency responders do have the proper anti-venom for each of his snakes Over," Toby told Shayne.
"Good," Shayne replied. "Anyway, once you get that list, send it to my phone. Also send copies of Mr. Miller's operation license and insurance information to my phone as well. Over and out."
"Acknowledge," Toby said in an uncertain tone. "Out."
"Once we get that list, you and I will split up and check out the names on the list," Shayne told Claire.
Claire only responded with a nod.