CHAPTER 34 The Undersheriff

*Wye*

"Wye, we just got a call from the old Mercer house. I need you to go check it out before you head home," Sheriff O'Reilly said, as I was straightening my desk. I heaved a sigh. It has been a long day and all I wanted to do was get home, take a hot shower and climb into bed.

"Old Mercer house?" I asked, puzzled. No one has lived there for years. I followed him into his office and closed the