My phone was ringing off the hook. Well, if cell phones had hooks. I let them all go to voicemail. I still didn't want to talk to anyone unless I had to.
Finally, the calls stopped so I listened to my messages. I had several and they all said the same thing -- to watch the news.
So I turned on the local news. What was so urgent I would never understand.
Across the bottom of the screen it said, "Suspected serial killer arrested."
And there was my old neighbor and my old house. My old house? I turned the sound up.
The newscaster was saying, "Police have yet to name the suspect but he owns these two properties behind me. Police finally made an arrest after their investigation suggested several missing women throughout the state were last seen with the suspect.
"After inspecting the home, investigators found the belongings of several women along with the remains of a number of individuals. A large tub that police suspect was use to dissolve bodies in was also found.
"The chief of police will hold a press conference in about an hour."
I sat watching the newscast for sometime. I heard the same news over and over again but didn't believe it. So Hoss really had been a serial killer? I wasn't just being paranoid; he really was. And what was he using my old house for? I shivered.