In the early 90s, there was a serial murderer, the I-70 killer, who killed six young woman in strip malls and shopping centers along Highway 70. One was murdered near our house. Well, 8 miles from our house. It felt nearer, since it was only a mile and a half from our old apartment. (Narrow lane-way full of serial killers.)
She was killed in the Bogey Hills plaza, at the Boot Village at 2079 Zumbehl Road. I never had that chill of "My God, I was just there," because I'd never set foot in Boot Village. (Boots. Can't get them on. Can't wear the Large Calf boots either. When they start producing Large Ankle boots I might be tempted.) I frequented the Michael's craft store quite a bit, though, and Gary still buys his birdseed in that plaza.
I'd long forgotten about the murder, when some article brought it to mind, and it occurred to me I'd been to Bogey Hills frequently (birds gotta eat), but I hadn't seen Boot Village in a while. A little research and I found that the St. Louis Bread Company restaurant moved in to that address. And there's that "My God, I was just there" chill. I eat there at least twice a year.
So, when we were considering where to eat after the weekly seed pickup at the Bogey Hills bird store, I suggested the "Serial Murder Bread Company." To which Gary said, "CEREAL? For dinner? They sell cereal now at the Bread Company?"
No, but they sell bagels.
I tried to see if I couldn't tap in to some lingering psychic energy, but that faded when the real food came and I remembered I don't believe in ghosts or psychic energy. I did look closely for any men who might have looked like this twenty-five years ago:
I stopped when I realized Gary looked a little like the second photo twenty-five years ago.