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He’d headed out on Highway 87, but when he came to a turnoff for something called Bush Highway, Evan took a hard right, following the road as it climbed up into the hills. The way was winding and narrow, and he had to turn on the high-beams. So far he hadn’t seen another soul here, which made sense. Who else but a crazy man would be out driving around on this forgotten highway in the middle of the night?
Okay, not exactly the middle of the night, just a little past ten-thirty. But still.
To his surprise, he saw a sign pointing to a marina, of all things. Was there a lake hidden up here in the hills somewhere? There had been that artificial lake at the apartment complex where they first saw the monster…and that golf course had its own ponds and waterways as well. Maybe something about
