Ben mumbled. He had showered, shaved, and dressed in a clean suit before he partook in a modest breakfast of toast covered in strawberry jam. He was on his second coffee of the morning as he sat with his laptop at the kitchen table. The Wi-Fi settings for his father’s connection were unlocked.A quick scan of the Gazette’s website revealed nothing out of the ordinary, but there was a small story about the suicide of Jack Freemont. Ben rifled through his messenger bag and pulled out one of Tucker’s journals before he flipped to the pages concerning the incident at Silver Bridge. Ben opened a new tab and searched for additional information on the bridge’s collapse, but he found nothing of relevance. He took out the copy of Chapman’s photograph of the bridge, complete with the apparent Mothman perched atop a support tower, and stared at it for a long moment. Ben propped the photograph against the laptop’s screen and returned to Google where he entered ‘death omen’ into the search box.
