She grabbed me the arm and pulled me back behind a garage out of sight. Heather/Susan was putting a short box of comics into the back of a car. A full long box might have been a challenge for a woman to carry. She drove away and I turned to Maricel.
"I gotta get in there now. I don't know if the police will go in if I call them. They'll probably come knock on the door. I might be able to get Ellen..."
"Are you sure you want to go in?" She said.
"Cause I'll probably find his body." I said. "Yeah, I think I owe him that much don't I?"
"Can you get in?" She asked.
"I can get into an old house." I said. "If I give you my phone..."
"Screw that." She said. "I'm going with you. I'm not Betty Brant, I'm Lois Lane."
"I am so going to marry you." I said.
"Well, of course you are."
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