Chapter Ten
The aliens must have had better things to do with their time, because I made it over to Michael’s house without too much trouble. Oh, I guessed they were probably watching me, but I came and went at Michael’s place usually at least once a week, so there wouldn’t be anything that odd about my movements. And really, although I knew for a fact that people got abducted all the time, the aliens probably didn’t want to do it with a built-in audience. Sedona was way too public when it came to that sort of thing, since so many of its visitors were there to actively look for UFO activity. Better to scoop up your anal-probe victims in East Bumfuck, Kansas, or something.
I saw Lance’s Jeep and Persephone’s red Volvo and Jeff’s battered Astro van ranged up and down in front of the house,
