McConnell House

1939 Part 2

MISSING CHILD FOUND SLAIN UNDER BRIDGE!

CALGARY – Earlier this morning the body of missing boy, Timothy Meadows was found under Inglewood Bridge. He was found by one of Calgary's many homeless men who sought shelter under the bridge.

Georg Russ had just arrived in Calgary the day before. Not finding a place to stay in any of the outlying hobo jungles, he made a trek to the nearest bridge, hoping to find shelter for the night, instead finding something else entirely.

“All I wanted was some rest, cuz I was on my feet all day.” Russ said, “If I knew what I would find there, I would have stayed on the train and bypass Calgary altogether.”

Mr. Russ was closed lipped on what he did find exactly, “It was horrible. Whoever did that to that poor boy had the devil in him. That's all I'm going to say.”

Timothy Meadows, age 8, was reported missing by his mother earlier in the week, “He never came home from school. He knew better than to talk to strangers.” His mother, Angie Meadows said, “I thought his father had taken him.”

The Calgary Police Service thought the same, as they looked for his father, Barry Meadows, in connection with the missing child.

“We wanted to look for Mr. Meadows to question him on his missing son. He had been fired by his job the week earlier, and hadn't been seen since.” Sgt. Foley said when questioned by this newspaper, “We are now seeking him to question him about his dead son. If you have any knowledge on the location of Mr. Meadows, or about the murder of Timothy Meadows, please inform us immediately.” - Anderson

“I knew the original McConnell, what a twat that guy was. The moment he came in to take over, I took off. Not without leaving a present of course.” Foley said, again sitting at my bar.

Sgt. Foley was now a regular at the Iron Lady, off duty and on. He kept his promise that he would keep his eye on me, and he made sure I knew that he planned to pin the bank robbery on me, as well as every other crime he had come across since our paths last crossed. However, that wasn't the only thing he wanted from me. He wanted to talk about the house.

He recognized me the night I ran into him at McConnell house. Ever since then he would pump me for information about the place, as well as tell me his own gossip.

“I wonder if this new joker is related to the bastard. He probably is. The old one had a stick up his ass, this one seems the same, not bothering to socialize with anyone and all. I should leave me own present for him.”

“You do that sarge.” I said, putting another drink down before him.

“You'd like that wouldn't you? We should just blow that place up huh kid?”

That was another crime he hoped to pin on me. I would feel harassed if both things weren't true.

“I'll tell ya boyo, that place is strange. Says strange things to a guy...” Foley was now muttering, barely talking over his own breath.

“What did you say?” I asked. Everyone agreed the house was strange, but it talking to you was a new one.

“Nothing.” Foley slammed down his glass and walked out, pushing anyone in his way to get to the door.

“It's getting to him kid.” Karl said from his usual seat at the other end of the bar. He now spent hours there every day. He was almost drinking the place dry, but the mysterious owner had let it known that all his drinks were free.

“What is?” I asked.

“He's gonna blow, and you don't wanna be around when he does my friend.” This was the closest thing Karl had said about the house since our failed attempt.