Hour of the Moon

Chapter 6: Digging Deeper

In the heart of town, Blue Bird Pharmacy was a cute and quaint one-story house converted into a pharmacy, painted eggshell blue with a white awning.

" This is cute!"

"The pharmacy has been here for at least two centuries, handed down from generation to generation," Amanda said boredly, pulling out a notepad and pen.

"Thanks for the mini history lesson," I replied, genuinely curious rather than sarcastically.

The history buff in me has always loved ancient texts and explorations of the New World since I was a child.

"It's a town institution. The Clearwater family has lived here since the town was founded," Connor said.

"Some say, and this is just a legend, that the Clearwaters are shape-shifting flesh-eating monsters who made a pact with wolf demons."

Amanda rolls her eyes.

"Here he is again talking about the  supernatural.  It's just rumors and town gossip."

I ignore their petty bickering as I step inside the pharmacy.

One of the first people on Savannah's list was Marjorie Clearwater, the pharmacy owner.

Savannah warned me that she wasn't big on small talk, and the Clearwater family was secretive.

I spotted a woman well into her sixties with long silver hair and a white coat, crouching down in the allergy aisle. She was humming a melody, total concentration as she was stocking the shelf.

" Mrs. Clearwater?"

She turns her attention toward me, a small smile on her face as her coal-black eyes regarded me with interest.

" How can I help you?" She must have been a riveting beauty back then, and even in her older age, she was beautiful.

The white lab coat she wore fit her slender figure, and as she stood at her tall height she wore a simple pair of blue jeans and a red flannel. Her skin was a beautiful brown tone, similar to Waya's, and I could see the similarities between them.

Maybe this is his mother.

" I wanted to ask you a few questions." She rose her eyebrows curiously, the friendly smile never leaving her face.

" Sure."

The phone behind the pharmacy counter rings.

" Give me one second," She walks behind the counter and picks up the phone, as I study the rest of the pharmacy. I made a mental note if I needed allergy medicine or vitamins, I should come back here.

I waited as I reached for a bottle of Vitamin C, pretending to be interested in buying it while I was waiting for her to get off the phone.

" She needs more medication?" I overhead Marjorie sigh.

" That can't be helped. Can you stop by the pharmacy then? Okay." I heard her putting the phone back on the hook and placing the Vitamin C down.

" I'm sorry about that," She says to me, running her hand over her hair. " But you said you wanted to ask me a few questions?"

I take my voice recorder pressing play and Marjorie didn't miss a thing as she glanced at the device in my hand.