Mr. Finley talked to the sergeant who had been at Brian’s house. He wove some story about coming out here for a cookout when an earthquake struck.
“Brian must have been right on a fault line,” he said. “Sucked him right in. We dug him out, but he was in a bad way. Fortunately, we had Dr. Beauchamps here and another fellow who used to work as a paramedic. They got him squared away until the ambulance got here.”
“That’s quite a story, Mr. Finley.” She didn’t sound like she believed him.
“Well, maybe you’ll like this one better. We came out here to hunt a demon that’s been causing trouble around town. When he went back on down the abyss, he dragged Brian with him and we pulled him out by magic.”
The sergeant laughed, shaking her head. “Clifford Finley, you were always the best story teller in school. I swear, I don’t know how your wife puts up with you.”
“Cause I keep her laughing,” he replied.
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