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Fletcher Victor 37-year-old son of Ed "Buzz" Victor and Francine Marie Victor, was killed today when his car veered out of control off Highway 70 out of Sandburg during a police pursuit Mr Victor had just co Farmers' Credit Union when his vehicle careened dawn an e Creek, where it sunk in twenty feet of water

State police divers retrieved Mr Victor's body and the stolen funds late in the day

The story was continued on page 15, where there was a picture as well There was nowho he was The man in this story was Harley's father

That randfather!

I spun around and looked up the short stairway at the open door as if I expected hih my body was so cold to the bone I felt like I couldn't move

Why? Why would he pretend to be his son? Why didn't he tell Harley the truth about his father?

Thinking I heard Suze co back quickly and went back up the short stairway I closed the door softly behind h the hallway She looked at me a moment, her eyes small and suspicious Perhaps she did have some sort of mystical power and kneas in my mind and what I had done I avoided her and went into the living room

My body was tre off or waiting for Harley There shouldn't be any danger here I thought After all, the randfather Maybe there was some sensible explanation Maybe he was ashamed of his son and didn't want Harley to know about his father Should I be the one to tell him?

A short while later Suze cahts

"I go to shop," she said "I put out some cheese, crackers, bread and fruit in the kitchen You want lunch, you eat"

"Thank you Merci," I said quickly She nodded and left the house

I was a little hungry so I went in and h I still had pain I decided not to take any more of my pills I didn't want to be sleepy especially now As I sat there nibbling on some cheese and crackers, I stared at the door to the so-called holy room Did Harley know about this roo before he had left for work?

My curiosity about the jug was growing What could possibly be in it? Had her son been cre? Bones? I rose and went to the door, opening it slowly to peek back inside The candles were all still lit The skull see flames made the eye sockets look like they had eyes that blinked at me I listened The house was quiet except for the sound of the light rain falling now

Courageous or foolish I continued into the roo Just as I reached for the cover, the holy rooan to pound Was it the wind seeping through the cracks and under the s that had blown it closed? Or was it some spirit of the dead? Anyone would act spooked in this roo at the snakeskins

The skull see My hand froze inches fro Then I heard what sounded like a squeaking tothe wall and the floor It paused and looked up atI couldn't breathe or s, When I lifted my crutch, it scurried under the table and disappeared in the corner