This Chapter goes BEFORE Chapter 5.
After y’all have read this, I’ll move it to the right spot in date sequence.
Veronika’s first stop was Local History, where she was looking for a book published by a nearby church twenty-five years ago. According to her floor plans, they ought to be behind the main entryway and off to the left, just past the display of maps and paintings of the area.
Finding the maps of the area meant going through a series of stacks which seemed to stretch upwards and outwards in an optical illusion until, like being lost in the middle of a cornfield, it seemed as if she would never get out of the stacks.
Eventually, growing frustrated with going forward for far too long, Veronika took a left turn that had not been in her plan. She turned right again and found herself staring at a map of the Bellamy and surrounding area. Continue reading →
Lina and Jackson got to the parking lot, or, rather, they got to the campground side of the parking lot — a strange stretch with some Uhauls and vans, box trucks and the like cheek to jowl with Bentlies and Beemers, Mercedes and Corvettes.
Another woman in a robe stopped them. “Sorry, kids. Nobody in, nobody out, we’re locking down. The boss got a bug in his bonnet and we’re getting ready for the final — well, you know.
Lina didn’t know at all, but she looked at Jackson, who looked guilty and huffed. “We just want to go into town for a couple hours?” he wheedled. “It’s not like town is dangerous. It’s barely downhill from here.”
“Sorry, no exceptions. Go to the water if you want some recreation. If you want some recreation, I won’t notice if the pavilion behind the food storage gets its lock picked. Just lock it again behind you if you can.”Continue reading →