Weekend at Bigfoot's by Addison Albright

Author:Addison Albright [Albright, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2019-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5: Bigfoot Is a Sick Puppy!

“Where are we going?” Wilson slid into the passenger seat of Oliver’s VW Beetle. The bright “tornado red” of the vehicle perfectly fit Oliver’s bouncy personality.

“Up to you.” Oliver secured his seatbelt. “You’re the tourist here in Tallbear. What kind of thing would interest you?”

“Honestly? I’d originally planned to check out that ‘Honky Tonk Saturday Night’ advertised at the Easy Street bar.”

Oliver’s nose wrinkled prettily, but he powered through his apparent distaste of that idea. “Well, the food’s okay there.”

Wilson chuckled. “But…”

Oliver’s ever-present grin widened. “Oh, good. I like ‘buts.’”

“But I was planning to attend that only to talk to more locals, looking for more quotes for my story. I think I’ve got what I need already, though. Still thinking about how it will fit together, but the pieces are all there.”

“Cool, so you’re good with a quieter evening?”

“More than. I’m putting the ball back in your court.”

Oliver waggled his eyebrows, and Wilson laughed. This evening was just what he needed as a palate-cleanser after talking to the riddle named Harold Clayton earlier, followed by two more appointments that had been totally useless.

The most he’d get out of either of those two would be the ability to describe the side industry of people making up Bigfoot sightings out of whole cloth, although he wouldn’t want to use their names to avoid a potential libel suit. They wouldn’t win, but it could still cost the newspaper more money than the benefit of using their names would bring.

One had hit all the telltale signs of someone lying. Her verbal and non-verbal signals hadn’t matched up, she’d had trouble looking him in the eye while making her statement, lots of swallowing and throat-clearing, undue fidgeting, and pauses to think that didn’t appear to be someone reaching into their memory to get their account right. More like someone trying to think up what would sound best.

The other had been a blowhard giving the appearance of someone telling a good joke. He’d had no trouble keeping his eye on Wilson, but his expression hadn’t been that of a person desperately hoping someone would finally believe them. He’d looked more like someone checking to see if he’d been successful reeling in a sucker.

Some would cheerfully use their quotes anyway, but Wilson didn’t like to do that. He had no use for them. Even though Emma and Harold ultimately had to be wrong, they hadn’t appeared to be making up their stories. They fully believed them.

“Would you rather eat out somewhere?” Oliver put the car into gear. “Or pick up pizza and take it to my place?”

A comfortable warmth spread over Wilson’s face. Nice. No games. “Pizza sounds good.”

Oliver’s head bobbed, and he pulled onto the street. After a few moments, he tapped the steering wheel with his fingers as if making a decision before giving Wilson a quick glance. “I can’t stop thinking about that web design and maintenance position you mentioned.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t care about Chicago one way or the other, I’ve just always been drawn to the idea of living in a big city.

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