Rice sighed. “I actually believe…” He hesitated. “I believe that the group is probably practicing witchcraft or satanism or something. When we searched the place, we found that kind of stuff. Pentagrams, goat skulls, weird s**t that looked like props for a horror movie. No young kids. One of the trailers does have one end that looks like an old western jail cell: bars all the way across with a barred door. Finn showed it to me when he bought it and asked me if it was a problem. I was uncomfortable with the lock; accidents happen and what if someone got locked inside there and there was a fire or something? So, he had a welder come in and weld the lock so it couldn’t be used.” He looked at Scott. “Did your boy talk to you about any of this?”
“No.” Scott shook his head. “I don’t think he kn
