The first pickup was five miles out of the city’s northern limits sitting in a farmer’s field. In the middle of a muddy field full of pumpkins. Thousands of them. Big, yellow things sitting entwined in the snake-like dark green veins like trapped creatures in the middle of a viper pit. One look at the truck sitting about a hundred yards off the dried county road was enough for Marissa.
“Nope. Not me. I’m not going out there. You go. Take some photos.”
“We both need to go out there and look at it, dummy. You see things sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I see things. We need to go together.”
She looked at her partner and scowled and shook her head as she folded arms across her chest.
“See the shoes I’m wearing? Italian leather. Hand-stitched. Cost me three hundred bucks to buy them. I saved f
