Into darkness...Awaking with a start, Mike gasped and panted, working to comprehend where he was. He found himself dressed in a tailored, tan suit wit... a blue tie and brown loafers. Looking around him, he was sitting on a sidewalk of a downtown area, yet he saw no other people. Still, the streets were far too clean for this to be a ghost town.“Melody?” he called, but heard no reply. “Melody!”Melody, Melody can you hear me?Even in his mind, he heard nothing. Mike was now afraid; there was no. I was climbing the stairs to my 'office' on the third floor, when I heard the sound of my radio playing some jazzy tune I had not heard before. Slipping my .45out of my waistband and chambering a round, I crept forward as quietly as I could, expecting the worst. Slamming the door to my 'office' open only made things worse. The door crashed into the back of the office chair sending its occupant sprawling over my desk and spilling hot coffee everywhere!A cursing police sergeant was trying to get. The clue is what we must find and soon - for I fear the game is afoot."Brighton scratched the back of his head with gusto."I think I will just go and get these maps Holmes and leave you to puzzle this one through." Excellent, yes do, do. Oh and Brighton - be careful." Really Holmes I doubt if a map shop contains too much for me to fear. Toodle-pip old bean."Holmes did not reply, he had begun to pace once more.William Pearson was in top form. He had slept like a top and now he ate a hearty. Cancer had taken her life and the future we had planned on sharing. I was coming to say goodbye to Cindy. It was becoming the hardest thing I had yet to do in my young life. With the rental car secured, I drove to the nearest liquor store. I bought Cindy's favorite beverage; Amaretto. As I have done every year since her passing, I was drinking to a memory. It was a lonely drive to the cemetery. My heart heavy at what I was about to do. It is never easy saying goodbye. The closer I got, the more.