Chapter 7Monday, October 13, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
I don’t like birthdays. Too many things have gone wrong on my birthday, and today certainly counted high on the list. Drafted by Lockwood back into the Inquisition, ripped out of my life to drive down to an odd backwoods town on the Oregon coast, no explanations, and then I see something like that scat outside.
Happy birthday to me!
All of which hadn’t put me in a good mood when I went back upstairs to confront Lockwood. I knocked on his door and shoved inside without waiting for an answer.
Lockwood was standing by the windows facing town which suggested that he probably had watched the whole encounter. As he turned I saw that he held a radio in his hand. With his other he held up a finger.
“Say again?” Lockwood said.
“We’re here
