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| The Case of Eleanor Sinclair |
I'm Nancy Andrews, and I have a strange story to tell about an experience that my brother once had. My brother, William "Bill" Matthews, passed away two years ago due to a heart attack. He had retired a few years before he passed at a relatively young age.
Bill was a longtime police officer based out of Dobbs City. He went to work for the county not long after he graduated from high school. He retired after serving for 30 years.
Bill had two retirement parties. One was in town with his fellow officers. The second was at our parents' home in Dobbs City.
It was during his at-home party, when the beverages had loosened tongues and thoughts, that Bill told his story. According to Bill, the events he retold had taken place about 15 years before his retirement. I could tell that he was struggling to tell us about what happened. We all remained silent and waited for him to say his piece.
According to Bill, there was a terrible wreck where Highway 73 bypasses Dobbs City. He was one of the responders who performed traffic control. He stated that there were three deaths. One was a couple from Brookston County. Another woman, from the Greenbrook Community in Dobbs County, also lost her life. At this point, be advised that Bill had never seen and did not know any of the individuals involved in the accident. He mostly assisted in traffic control that night, but he did get a look at all three deceased individuals.
As the site of the disaster was being cleared, Bill was told that he had to visit the Eleanor Sinclair family. He had to visit the family and tell them about the loss of their loved one, Eleanor. Eleanor was one of the ones who had lost their lives in the wreck. Bill didn't like this type of duty, but he'd done it before. He set out to perform his task.
It takes about 15 minutes to drive from Dobbs City to the Greenbrook Community. Bill headed that way, and presently he arrived at the family's residence. He turned onto a long gravel driveway, dreading what would no doubt be a tear-filled scenario.
As Bill drove about halfway up the driveway, he encountered a woman walking slowly toward him. She was elderly but otherwise nondescript, and she was dressed in jogging pants with a matching hoodie. Her outfit obscured her appearance, and Bill wasn't able to get a good look at her face. He stopped when he saw her, and she walked to the driver's side of his cruiser.
"Sinclair residence?" asked Bill.
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