IX
Lucan couldn’t get a cell signal in the bog. He stared at the “No service” message on his phone and cursed.
This place. You couldn’t get a signal, it was hotter than the inside of a dragon’s ball sack, and it didn’t like to give up its secrets so easily.
Like his ex-wife, this bog had an allure that drew you in at first. Then it baked you like a turkey in a volcano.
He stood at the water’s edge as he turned off his phone and rebooted it. Still nothing. He moved to various areas along the shore, but still couldn’t get a signal.
He wanted to skim his phone across the water, but that wasn’t a good idea.
Night was falling on the bog. The grating of insects grew louder, and the sunset through the broken trees reminded him of an apocalypse.
He skipped a rock across the water and the pi
