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This week, our wereduck hero, Tom, has a couple of questions for the werewolf that attacked him in the first chapter.
The werewolf is being held by Lowell Rhombeck, the leader of the Talbot pack, so Tom is headed over to that part of town.
Rhombeck’s place sat on a substantial acreage on the bluff on the upper west side of Talbot. According to the plaque on the front gates, the National Register of Historical Places called it the Phelan House, though it didn’t mention that Mr. Phelan had been the leader of the Talbot pack when it first settled in the area.
It did state that in 1863, a number of Civil War soldiers did something historical on a corner of the property. I saw a couple of monuments around the neighborhood honoring them and I knew a parade was held on Veterans’ Day, ending with a rifle salute at the City Cemetery, because the VA sent me annual notices.
Turner and I usually spent the day holed up at Grant’s place, watching a stack of the sappiest romantic comedies we could find and making Turner guess which actors weren’t human. Kyle had a standing invitation, but she always volunteered for patrol; we all had our own ways of fighting flashbacks.
The packleader’s house wasn’t intimidating, if you liked enormous mansions that were decorated by generations of people who took their money, power, comforts, and personal interests very seriously.
It helped that the cells were in the basement.
Rhombeck doesn’t actually live in the Kingscote Museum in Rhode Island, but it was built around the right time period and I love this image, so I transplanted it to one of the bluffs where I live, which isn’t within three hundred miles of where I’ve put Talbot City.
I defy your historical geography and substitute my own.