Quite what I expected to find I was unsure about, a nice big sign saying guilty would be nice, but before I could peer inside the now wide-open boot, Barry spoke. From behind me a voice said, “It's not in there, Mr. Michaels.” I spun around startled, to find Dr. Barry Bryson Ph.D. stood no more than five feet away holding a shotgun tightly in both hands. It was pointed down at an angle rather than at me, but he was clenching it tight from the white showing on his knuckles and he looked both stressed and upset.
So the Dr. wanted to drum up some more book sales by having people see the Blue Bell big foot
