Fifty Three - Great Uncle

“The voices came from the black wood stained house...with the tall slightly dead hedges in the front.” Eric finally told me when he sipped his coffee as we sat in his car in an empty parking lot a few towns away from Madison. He had to stop for coffee, or he would’ve had struggles staying awake.

I knew exactly which house he was talking about...that house belongs to Robert Killian. -even though I had complete utter shock painted all over my face as I processed these new findings. I wasn’t actually surprised by this outcome.

Eric looked at me with a curious expression across his face, he sipped his coffee silently raising his eyebrows.

“That house you just described belongs to Robert Killian.” he nearly choked on his coffee when I shared that information with him.