Chapter 12“Is there a sheet soaked in saltwater in the backpack?” Nick asked as he and Todd made their way through the tables and found a place to sit near the back. Their position would afford them a good view of anyone coming in or leaving the bar.
Todd sat at the table, took off his pack, and dropped it to the floor between his feet. “Uh-huh. Sort of.” He glanced around the bar and pulled menus from a holder on the table, handing one to Nick. “I found a local tourist shop that sells novelties associated with area legends. They had ponchos and wraps made with a dye combined with, among other things, salt, to create different patterns. According to the sign next to the ponchos, they’re supposed to protect you from evil and having your soul stolen. Very pretty. It’s a shame I plan on toss
