Part 3 of a legend in a Wisconsin lake and a recently discovered body of a missing explorer from two hundred years before.
“What do you say?” asked Lisa impatiently.
“That was my yawn. You didn’t need to come over at five in the morning. Some of us like to sleep in until six thirty.” I yawned again as I picked up my backpack and sleeping bag.
“I wanted to leave yesterday,” she complained as she followed me to the elevator.
“Yeah, the truck wasn’t available until last night. I had the company drive it over. It’s out front.” The door to the elevator opened, and we entered.
“Good! That means everything’s ready. I’ve got my stuff in the trunk of my car, plus I got a digital camera, and enough batteries to run it for a week. Also, I’ve arranged to meet the sheriff at Lime Rock.”
“A digital camera,” I broke in. “Do you really expect to see something while we’re hunting for your friend? Isn’t he the reason we’re going up there?”
Her lips gave a familiar pout.
“Of—course that’s why I’m going. But you never know what we’ll find,” she hurried through her explanation. “You saw the texts, so there must be something going on. Anyway, my idea is to record everything we do. It’ll be like a documentary. So, I need to make this video look skilled. I had to borrow the camera from a—friend since Bob took my camera to the lodge. But it’s great since the one I got is from a professional. He’s been working with me for the last few—ah, never mind!”
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