Taylor

Taylor had to stop a quarter mile before the mine itself. Someone had pulled a gate across the road and locked it with a fairly new-looking lock. Not new new, but if this mine closed down years ago, this lock wasn’t here the whole time. The “No Trespassing” sign, however, probably had and looked older […]

Taylor pulled out of the sheriff’s office parking lot and drove toward the edge of town, following the directions the cook had given him. Campbell Road was supposed to branch off from the main state road that headed up into the hills, which was at least marked on his map, but that didn’t mean it […]

His rental car sat three vehicles down, parked nose-out for a quick exit, one of the habits he’d picked up working with Whitaker. He’d covered maybe ten feet when three men materialized from between a pickup truck and a sedan, spreading across the narrow sidewalk in a loose formation that blocked the path… [See More […]

While there were still ten properties along this stretch of river that had been sold to Mountain Vista, Taylor had a feeling he was going to get roughly the same information on them as he had the two he had just seen… [See More on Patreon]