Rance Danvers leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face.
I'm definitely getting too old for this job.
He had the file folder on Randy Parker open on his desk, unable to keep from staring at the pictures. His mind compared them to the ones Logan Tanner and Rebecca Black had shown him, along with those of Wade and Julie Tanner he'd pulled out of his filing cabinet where he kept certain closed files.
The idea of what they put forth was so extreme, he had a hard time swallowing it. Just the same, he couldn't ignore it. This time he had to explore every possibility.
Making sure the door to his office was locked, he sat back down behind his desk, pulled out the tray with his computer keyboard and typed in Chupacabra. More links came up than he ever could have imagined. From the killing of Wade Tanner, his wife and their neighbor he'd been determined to write the whole thing off as someone's nightmarish fairy tale, but apparently he was wrong.