I watched her leave, frustration bubbling inside me. The more I dug, the more resistance I faced. But I wasn’t giving up.
After finishing my coffee, I decided to try a different angle. If the townspeople wouldn’t talk, perhaps town records might offer some clues. A small library on the main street seemed worth investigating.
The library was quiet, filled with the scent of old books and dust. An elderly woman sat behind the counter.
“Can I help you, dear?” she asked.
“I’m looking for information on the recent animal attacks,” I stated. “I’m a journalist gathering background information.”
Her expression tightened slightly. But she directed me to a set of filing cabinets. “You’ll find old newspaper articles in those files. We don’t have much on recent incidents. The town doesn’t like to discuss it.”
I thanked her and moved to the cabinets. The articles I found were mostly about local events and small-town news. But as I delved deeper, I noticed a pattern, periodic spikes in animal attacks, always around the same time of year, and similar circumstances.