Dr. Brady sat at her desk and held a glass vial up to her desk lamp. Inside it a small white feather sat complacently, completely unaware of how it upset Dr. Brady’s digestion. The phone rang and she snatched it to her ear.
“Dr. Brady?” she heard.
“Yes,” she replied, “I’ve been waiting for you to call back, Sheriff Hanson. What’s going on?”
“Not sure,” he answered, “But I know a couple of people who can find out.”
“Who,” she asked.
“Matt Wilder and Charlie Allen,” she heard.
“The clowns on that ghost hunter show,” she sneered.
“Yes,” Hanson stated.