Zeke
Something dreadful happened last night.
I’d been out in the swamp, enjoying the sound of the rain pattering off the soft fronds of the ferns in the underbrush when I’d noticed Jake stumbling drunkenly to the garage.
Even worse, I watched from the shadows as he spoke to that thing as though he was just making another shady business deal. Though I wasn’t able to hear what Amos demanded, I think I have a pretty good idea what it is.
Who it is.
I watched Jake stagger around the property for a while before he got into his car and drove off. Good riddance, in my opinion.
But I’m concerned for Julia. I don’t trust Jake for a second, and she doesn’t deserve to be used as a pawn in this sick game.
And now I’m lingering at her front door, my hand raised and poised to press the doorbell.
