June 24, 1980 -
A warm, sunny day with just a whiff of cloud kissed the rolling hills as Janet neared Salem"s city limits. Today, she would officially inherit her aunt"s cottage in Fogarty along with the cozy little bungalow a couple miles north of Route 99. She cranked the window down and turned the radio up, pondering why her aunt had never told her that her father"s name was on the cottage deed. Hopefully, there would be no more surprises. Barney stood on the passenger seat beside her with his nose wedged into the open window.
“Enjoying the sights little man?” she said. The dog looked back at her, barked, and returned his attention to the passing buildings. Barb-b-q was in the air, and it roused a rumble in Janet"s empty stomach as she slowed for the exit to Northgate. A couple of mil
