WHILE SANDY’S CAT CHASED seagulls on the beach, I sat on a piece of driftwood and thought about what the chief had said. I couldn’t believe he had called me an amateur! It was bad enough that Scooter pooh-poohed what I did for a living—well, not exactly for a living, but you know what I mean—but now Chief Dalton was dismissing me too. You would think a professional law enforcement officer would take alien abduction more seriously.
That was the problem. Individuals who come forward with their accounts aren’t taken seriously. As a result, people don’t put two and two together when it comes to recognizing the signs of alien abduction. People like Sandy. Chances were she didn’t even realize what had happened to her. I needed to figure out a way to help her process her experience and come to t
