Chapter 8 Day Eight: Thursday June 17, 1949
The death of Lyle Clements had set certain wheels in motion.
Among them, the ringing of my phone at seven in the morning. The ringing of the phone had pulled me from my much needed sleep. I recognized the voice on the other end as Bob. “Yeah what you want at this hour of the morning?” I grumbled as I pushed back the blankets and tried to sit up in bed. “Caption wants you up here first thing this morning.” “The caption, what's he...
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