Sheri and Teri took my arms and walked me to my recliner and Linda brought me ‘bout three fingers of old John Jameson’s finest and a little old gl...ss of Guinness Stout; now I knew I didn’t have a bottle of Jameson’s in the house. I wondered for a moment where they’d gotten it, then I didn’t want to know, I knew these gals could charm a leprechaun outta his pot of gold.“Daddy, I’ve fixing your favorite for supper tonight, an Irish boiled dinner with a loaf of soda bread. Why don’t you just relax. The bulbs manufactured in Shelby, Ohio by the Shelby Electric Company in the late 1890s ... were still on. At least that's what we could see from halfway down the steps. If I wasn't afraid he'd known I was afraid, I'd have sought comfort and courage by holding Arnold's hand.The mist grew heavier the farther down we went and it seemed we went down much farther than your normal basement was deep. Probably anticipation. Then a gust of wind evaporated the fog and it was a normal 14 foot deep. I didn't." Ellie admitted."That's a shotgun, bitch!" Big John exclaimed. "Glenn sucks it in and gives it to you, um kind of filtered, you know?" Oh..." Ellie blushed. "I thought..." Better stick to beer," Big John told her."I'm fine ... I was just surprised!" Ellie insisted. She took a swig of beer, more or less just to prove she could."Yeah, sure," Big John said, dismissing her derisively."No, come on! Glenn let's try it again, Ellie insisted."Let Alena try it."Alena turned to Big John. She knew that voice. She sat straight up and then gathered the sheet back up over her breasts."Yes, Sheriff, what can I do for you?" She heard a groan of disbelief from beside her and wished she could slide under the bed."I'm looking for your partner. We have another dead body." He paused briefly to let that news sink in, like it was her fault and if not hers, definitely Nick's. "Do you have any idea where he is, Deputy Parsons?" I can probably find him, sir." She stared at the ceiling,.