by Jas Faulkner
“He’s out.”
“He’s early this year. Is there a reason for this?” I could hear Sam joggle the phone as she rang up a customer and told them to have a good day. A second later she was back.
“We got the guidelines from the not-the-city council You know how Tab is about that.”
Bear with me and you, too, will know how Tab is about that. But first, a little bit of history. Ten years ago, a radio station decided to buy a three-storey building on the town square that was at one point a storefront with apartments on the two upper floors. They then proceeded to wreck the building, turning it into “haunted house” that was sufficiently detailed in its grue that they required a media professional to deal with the inquiries and it developed a fan following.