There’s Something Demonic Going On In A Town Called Clear Lake, And We’re Going To Get To The Bottom Of It

Lynn and Grace followed us to just outside of town, where both cars pulled over so we could all double-check to make sure our walkies were working and on the right channel. Mikey quickly went over the bullet-points of the plan one last time:

He and I were going to radio them when we were approaching the house and then if neither of us radioed back in 15 minutes, that was their green light to go ahead with plan B, which was “save our asses and then probably a lot of running.”

Mikey had advised against telling Lynn and Grace about our updated plan of approach. He convinced me it would be a moot point and would only serve to put them on edge, “which is not where we want our back-up if we hope to maintain a consistent cover.”

After making sure that everything was in order, we switched cars with them because Mikey claimed that the rental would be “more subtle” than the porsche, which might’ve been okay if he hadn’t also said I would be the one driving into town the previous night.

I had studied that map pretty thoroughly and using the rental car’s GPS, I was able to get us to the quarry access-road in no time. Of course, the complete lack of traffic helped. Mikey spotted the house through the trees and I slowed so I could make the turn onto the dirt path leading up to it.

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