The Searsport Chicken Murders – Webisode 30

It was dark when I walked home from Jim’s. Traffic on Main Street was nonexistent. The lights in Toziers were clicking off and I could see cashiers and baggers joking with each other as they head for their cars after a long night on their feet. I was reminded of my high school job at Demoulas, finishing up a night of slicing bologne and cheese at the deli and heading for the parking lot with my amiable coworkers. We were all car guys which made the shifts go faster, talking about replacing headgaskets, brake shoes and repacking bearings. The three of us had an interesting mix of cars. I had a Mustang, Phil drove a Cutlass 442, and Bill had a bright orange ’69 Camaro.

My cell phone rang as I turned onto my street. It was Vic from the Sly Fox Restaurant and Lounge. He said he could really use me the next day for lunch and dinner. Some lady in Searsport had just caught the Beefalow and the whole town was celebrating at the Sly Fox to celebrate.

I was struck dumb momentarily that the mythical beast had really been caught. It had been terrorizing residents for months. Many believed the victims were making the stories up. Vic nudged me out of my stupor.

“Ken? Are you still there?

“Yeah, Vic. I’m here. Sure, I can come in tomorrow.” I wondered if the Beefalow was going to be on the menu but Vic hung up before I had a chance to ask.

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