Chapter 4Monday, October 13th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
My first view of Bramson Bay was from above, almost as though Lockwood and I were in an airplane instead of my car. From above, the town looked quaint, cute even. A picturesque fishing town built around the half-moon of the small bay.
I could see the town from the highway as I rounded one of the tight mountain curves, speed limit down to 30 MPH but I held it steady at 40 MPH. I’m not reckless, but I was pissed. Seeing the town below I eased off slightly on the gas.
Lockwood nodded. “That’s it. You’d never expect the sorts of things that have been reported here.”
At the moment I couldn’t see anything wrong. Fishing boats bobbed on the gentle waves of the bay. Out where the jetties cut into the water larger waves sent up curtains o
