Murder in Chronic Town 3

[clayhornik]

One thirty when I get the call. I'm on my second whiskey and fifth Winston so I'm not really in the mood, but Doc wouldn't call if it wasn't important. It's a quick drive, those damn five notes, one two three four five, one two three four five. It was cool when I first got here, but now I hate that fucking song. The drive takes three minutes, sixteen seconds. Always. Doc has some theories behind why, mostly involving freemasons. Me? When I do think about it, figure it's science. Clarke's Law. Otherwise I drink, don't care. It's much easier.