It was early morning and Aunt Mary's niece Peggy had driven into Wakefield to make the egg deliveries. At the corner of the street, the eighteen year old girl drove into the filling station. It wasn't open yet, but looking at the gas guage Peggy decided that she'd better wait. Glancing idly up the street, Peggy saw a sign that said Wakefield Auto Court, and experienced again the same stricken sensation she felt every time she was reminded of Sergeant Bill Mead...