Shadows Disinterred: Day 6

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Summary of Events:
Dallas continued to call family members of the victims looking for more information, but unfortunately he continued to get nothing more than corroboration. He went to the local paper to see if he could find the ad Thomas Farquharson had responded to, but he found too many similar ones to be sure — and also got a date with the receptionist for Friday night. Dallas was then called back by the father of the second victim and got another interesting tidbit for hypothesizing.

Excerpt of the Day:
"So what d'you wanna know?" Mr. Runole demanded.
"Well, I was wondering if Paul ever showed you the advertisement he responded to which ultimately led to his disappearance," Dallas replied.
"Demise, you mean," Mr. Runole said.
"It has yet to be solidly confirmed," Dallas replied. "So as it stands it's a disappearance."
"Technicalities," Mr. Runole muttered. "No, he didn't show it to me, why would he show it to me?"
"I don't know," Dallas replied. "I just wanted to be sure."
"What else d'you wanna know?" Mr. Runole asked.
"Did he tell you anything about the person he was going to work for?" Dallas asked.
"Said it was a lady who'd just lost her husband and wanted to keep the farm going to provide for her kids' education."
Dallas furrowed his brow: kids? Not just a daughter?
"Bein's we were doin' alright with the farm I said he could go at least for helpin' with the harvest, but I wanted him back for seedin' in the spring," Mr. Runole said.
"The woman said she had more than one child?" Dallas asked.
"She must've, 'cause that's what Paul told me," Mr. Runole replied. "I didn't talk to the woman. That important?"
"Somewhat," Dallas replied. "Did Paul tell you exactly where he was going to?"
"No," Mr. Runole replied. "He said it was somewhere between Daylesford and Melfort west of Silver Park. Not far from some small town over there."
Dallas nodded, making note of Silver Park; that was a town that hadn't been mentioned before.
"He didn't say the name of the town?" Dallas asked.
"No, he didn't know how to pronounce it," Mr. Runole replied. "Somethin' French or somethin' like that."
Dallas nodded.
"Don't know why there's French places in Saskatchewan, I thought all the French people was in Quebec," Mr. Runole muttered. "And they ought t'stay there too."
"Thank you for your cooperation and your information Mr. Runole," Dallas said.
"Why're you interested in findin' things out 'bout Paul's disappearin'?" Mr. Runole asked.
"We've found some evidence that links him to several other men who've gone missing over the years in Saskatchewan — cases we'd never dreamed would've been related — and we're trying to track down where they all went so we can find them," Dallas replied.
"And bring their killers to justice," Mr. Runole said.
"Yes," Dallas replied after a pause. If Mr. Runole believed his son was dead there was no sense beating around the bush.
"Glad to hear you've finally found somethin'," Mr. Runole said.
Dallas nodded and then brought the conversation to a close. Kids. More than one child. That interested Dallas. It made him wonder. There was the theory that the first woman killed her husband; was there the possibility that she'd killed more in her family too?"