Agent Buckwald decided, after looking over the case files, to start by investigating the Martha Camp murder first. To get a feel for it, he stopped and took a walk around the North Side Park. Nothing noteworthy popped out, so he decided to speak with the person who found her body, Ellen Wellington.
That turned out to be a bust. After only fifteen minutes with Ellen, he determined she had no clue what was going on around her. He was surprise at how well she could function with her level of dementia, which is what he thought she suffered from.
Venturing next into the barber shop, whereupon, he heard multiple stories about little green men, suicides, gray aliens, bumbling cops, Monday Night Mystics, shootings, unwed teenagers, assaults, zombies, and all manner of odd manifestations. Another dead end as far as he was concerned, for he put no stock in all the gossip, nor the paranormal mumbo-jumbo as he saw it to be.
Ace fared no better at Mueller’s Drug Store or Bozeman’s café; same stories, all with different telling’s, but the same oddities. Simple backward people believing in foolish superstitions, he assumed.
Ace had been witness to many things during his time at the SCB; but never had he seen so much craziness in such a small town. Finding nothing of any consequence to go on, concerning the death of Martha Camp, he now decided to recheck the files in case something was overlooked. Tomorrow, he’d go back to Chief Miller’s office and review the files, again.