CHAPTER TWENTY - Blame It On The Moon* 1 *
Earl bounced into the police station, whistling like a short fat hungry robin.
He threw a bright and cheery good morning grin at Wilfred and Wendy Joe.
“Hey,” he said. “Was there any more trouble last night? No crucifixions? No car crashes? Are all the pitchforks in their proper places?”
“A cat howled outside the station door,” Wendy Joe answered. “The damn thing nearly kept me awake half of the night. I would’ve shot the little bastard if the chief would let me carry a gun.”
Wendy Joe was a part time volunteer. A g*n did not come with her employment package. Besides, guns made her nervous, despite all her tough talk.
“Isn’t shooting a little extreme for a moonstruck cat?” Wilfred asked.
“Extreme? The little bastard peed on my moped. You kn
