Waves Part Three

No sex just plot buildup!

About to turn onto West Coast Drive still wondering how much money is there in folklore. I would have to say since the housing crisis of 2017 the rebound of some areas were so outrageous that the ordinary person couldn’t even afford to walk down some streets let alone afford a home on one. West Coast Drive was just such a place, the cheapest house price as an estimated 10 million dollars, the highest a cool 25 million. Finding 4576 , in the middle of the drive I guess the estimated price in the mid teen range.

Parking on the drive, I chose to walk up to the two store place with floor to ceiling windows on each level. A sea of white greeted my eyes every window curtain was white, even the shutters and door was a bright white. Walking to the door knocking, waiting for sign that Rapiste was home. The door finally opens a crack “What do you want?”

“Mr Rapiste, I phones earlier about Haida folklore?” The door closed and I hear the sounds of six chains, four deadbolt unlocking then the door swings open and an arm reaches out and pulls me in.

“Quick the local police would love to catch me outside!” Inside the tell tale odor of something illicit, not exactly what and since I’m not narc division, i don’t give a damn as long as I get the info I’m hoping to get from this meeting. “So you said you called earlier about folklore, anything in particular you wanted to know?”

“I don’t know if you read the local paper but two women were attacked down on a beach by Bellarond Sound!”

“Ah excuse me but these attacks was it by ectoplasmic being, from an old style schooner being held by a giant octopus like creature by any chance?”

Considering that the news release downplayed the aspects of the situation and I never came out with the information, how the hell did he know? The look on my face must have confirmed his thought as he rushed into a close room where i hear rustling of paper and a sudden crash of book to the floor

“Ah yes here it is!” More books hitting the floor as he returns to me holding out a book with a drawing of what I saw the other night on the beach.