CHAPTER NINE
June 12, 1937 ~ Dr. Steven’s Journal ~ I watched the woman through the window as she ran to a pickup truck. She hopped inside, and slammed the door.
Oh no.
”Was that? Was she family of one of the … ?”
The man who had been sitting with her slowly stood and turned to face me. He towered over me and I’m very tall and lanky. He walked right up to me and stopped, his chin at the top of my head.
“Our son drowned in that pool." His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His jaw flexed. He stabbed me in the chest with his skinny finger.
I stepped back with each stab, until I was backed into a table.
"And I don't care if you deliver babies, I want you to find my boy … er … find out what happened to him down there." His feet were planted at fighting stance as he talked. His fists clenc
