Dana
Friday Evening, November 13th
Morelville, Ohio
“I THINK I FOUND US a cabin,” Dana said to Mel. “It’s got everything we want, or so it seems.”
“Really? That’s great. Are you going to go and look at it?”
“I’m not sure. I wanted to talk to you about it, first. I mean, since my book isn’t going so well at the moment, since my hands are tied because of the current investigation...”
Mel interrupted, “I thought you were writing about some of your old cases, instead?”
Dana half shrugged. “I’m trying but it’s so much harder to get into them. They’re not right here, with people I can talk to that are local and I have limited access to old case files. Besides, I really want to see the resolution of this local one, first.”
“That might be a while,” Mel warned her.
“It’s not going well, I
