Chapter 41: PlansMichael Prentice dialed his contact the next morning. “I can't go back there. They've seen me.”
“Who was it, O'Neal?”
“I don't know who it was. He was unreal, like some cowboy out of a bad western movie.”
“How close was he? Who did he look like?”
“I can't remember.”
“Why not? Did you talk to him?”
“I can't remember.” Prentice groaned. “I was on the mountain watching the road into the Lodge, and then I was in town. I don't know how I got there, and the man was gone. I'd seen him riding once or twice, but if I try to remember more than that I feel like I need to get in the car and drive far away from here. His grey eyes are looking straight into me. That's all I remember. I can't go back there.” Desperation and hysteria cracked his voice.
“Wait, don't say anything mor
