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    The contents of his desk formed an organized triangle, a desk blotter holding a monthly calendar with a Cross pen in the center, a stack of file folders at the right corner, and a high school graduation photo of a young woman with red hair and green eyes to the left. The chief ’s daughter, Lucy, Dean surmised.
    Chief Quinn leaned forward, forearms angled against the edge of his desk, hands loosely clasped.
    “Apologize for cutting you off out there. Millie isn’t the town gossip, but not for lack of trying. You were about to mention something related to Homeland Security.”
    “We need to question any witnesses to the unusual... events of last night,” Dean said.
    “And read any statements that were taken,” Sam added.
    “As far as I know the only real incident was a hit-and-run fatality,” Quinn said. “Hardly a Homeland Security matter.”
    “We read reports of a giant Gila monster, and a head—” Sam began.
    Quinn held up a hand. “Let me stop you right there, Agent Shaw. There is no giant Gila monster in Clayton Falls.”
    “Gavin Shelburn...” Sam stopped as the chief ’s hand came up again.
    “Shelly isn’t the town drunk but—”
    “Not for lack of trying?” Dean finished.
    “Exactly,” Quinn said, not taking offense. “Nobody else saw such a thing. How far is it from pink elephants to giant lizards? One bottle or two?”
    “Lucy Quinn, your own daughter, reported being chased by a headless horseman.”
    “My daughter...” Quinn sighed. Leaned back in his chair and stared off into space for a few moments before he spoke again. “Lucy is an only child. She came to my wife and me later in life. A surprise. Pleasant one, mind you, but we never thought...” He cleared his throat. “Lost my wife to breast cancer when Lucy was five. That was hard on Lucy, hard on both of us. Don’t think you can come out of something like that unchanged.” He picked up the Cross pen and tapped it against the paper of the calendar. “Then, last year, Lucy lost someone else close to her. What I’m trying to say is... I don’t think Lucy would intentionally lie about this, but...”
    “What? You think she imagined it?” Dean asked.
    “I’m not so foolish to think that she might not experiment... that she might have been involved in something she’d rather not tell her old man about.”
    “Headless horseman’s one hell of a cover story,” Sam said.
    “The boy who was killed by that driver ran out into the middle of the street and stopped there,” Quinn said. “He’d been with Lucy and another boy in Founders Park. I know for a fact that drinking was involved. We certainly found enough beer cans out there. Possibly drugs.”
    “A witness said the car disappeared,” Dean said.
    “Witnesses are, as a rule, unreliable,” Quinn said. “No surprise to a couple Feds, I’m sure. All of which brings me back to my first question. What’s the connection to Homeland Security?”
    “We don’t want to alarm you or the citizens of Clayton Falls,” Sam said. “We know this town has been through a lot.”
    “The factory fire,” Quinn said, nodding. “Many residents lost someone, or know someone who did. Hell of a thing.”
    Sam cleared his throat, about to launch into their cover story. “We have information from credible sources indicating a terrorist cell might be testing a weaponized airborne hallucinogen here.”
    “Weaponized airborne hallucinogen? In Clayton Falls? Why?”
    “Small population, out of the way location, easy to monitor results,” Dean said with a shrug.
    “Obviously, we don’t think Clayton Falls is the ultimate target,” Sam said. “Their ultimate objective would be a large metropolitan area.”
    “And how, may I ask, did you come by this information?”
    The chief looked startled, as though uncertain how to react to the information.
    “Most of the details are highly classified, but...” Sam said and paused for a moment, as if debating how much to tell the local