Thinking of the smelly goblins that she so detested in the woods, she was actually looking forward to destroying those creatures, as well as the other...foul beasts that stalked the woods.Celes gave Danica a curious look, but her expression indicated that she planned to wait until another time to ask her question. "Is there anythin' more ye can tell us?"Justarius shook his head in the negative and stroked his chin. "Not presently. We continue to divine what we may with our magic. We shall pass. If he rushed in right now he didn’t know where she really was. If he went to the police they would demand proof and he would look like a stalker. He’d probably be arrested on the spot for his trouble he reasoned. So he finally called in what he had witnessed to the local police from a pay phone, (Yes little Johnny, DC still has some pay phones) wearing a hoodie and baseball cap.The next day she still hadn’t returned, but no police report showed up on his scan of the Internet either. He was. It stinks, and the old sheriff and his family have caused enough trouble in this county."I got on the phone to the prosecutor and explained the problem to him and he was almost as pissed as I was getting. He said for me to give him an hour to draft a restraining order for the judge to sign. He also said he would call the new county recorder and apprise her of her clerk's action and see what she had to say. I was to call him back in an hour.I told the people from the gulch what I had been told. Sergeant Mike McNeal greeted me and I couldn’t help but notice the big bruise on his cheek from last night. "Well, well! It is a small world," he said. "You can just go home, Frank. This one is a slam dunk; a simple suicide. I’ve already checked out the scene. No homicide here," he added, leading me down a hallway. We entered the crime scene. It was a huge office for a personal home. There were large cherry bookcases around the walls, and custom mill-work windows. In the center of the room,.