‘I know, I get told that a lot but it’s all for a good cause.’
‘I hope so.’
They both sat in the dark, staring at the phone screen, waiting for it to come back to life, and they were so focused on it they never even noticed Cain who crept in and yelled, ‘Boo.’
Both women screamed in unison. Cain slapped his thigh and roared with laughter. ‘You crazy women, what in the hell are you doing? Put a light on, it’s not as if you’re paying the electricity bill.’
Morgan, whose heart was thudding so hard inside her chest, had a good mind to stand up and slap him for scaring the shit out of her.
‘We’re busy, we didn’t have time to put a light on.’
Cain flopped down in the empty chair next to Morgan and tilted his head at her.
‘I think you’re up to no good, why else would you be sitting in the dark? This is very exciting. What have you blackmailed Wends with to make her your accessory to whatever crime you’re committing?’
‘You have a suspicious mind. You should be a detective.’
Cain laughed even harder. ‘Funny you should say that. Come on, spill the beans, Brookes, what are you doing, whose phone is that?’
‘I found it in one of the barns up at the old summer camp.’
‘Ooh, interesting, is it the missing girl’s?’
‘What do you really think we’re doing?’ Morgan’s voice was laced with sarcasm.
‘I think you’re being naughty and tampering with evidence.’
Wendy looked up at him, her eyes wide, and Morgan felt bad that she’d put her into this predicament. ‘It was all my idea; Wendy didn’t want to.’
‘Really, you didn’t need to clarify that one, Brookes. Look, I’m not going to go running to the boss and tell tales; in fact it hurts me deep inside my heart that you might think I would. I want to know as much as you where they are, and if this is going to help then who am I to judge?’
While they were deep in discussion, the screen came to life, and a picture of a podcast cover filled it. Cain pointed to it. ‘That’s the podcast Janey Moore and her friend Lizzie Thomas host; Amy found it before and we were listening to it. They are really good too. This is so awful, it has to belong to one of them.’
All the guilt Morgan felt was replaced by a tiny spark of hope that flared inside of her chest. Wendy swiped the screen up, and Morgan, who didn’t expect it to unlock, held her breath as the screen filled with apps.
Wendy turned to stare at her. ‘Holy crap, it’s not got a passcode or anything.’
Cain shrugged. ‘Not everyone can be bothered with that kind of stuff, you jammy buggers. Who would have thought that?’
Morgan stared at the screen, not quite believing what a stroke of luck this was. ‘Can you go onto her photos and see if they took any of the summer camp?’
Wendy nodded and opened the photos app, and photos began to load. Wendy shook her head. ‘This is crazy.’
‘But brilliant,’ whispered Morgan.
Morgan and Cain both scooted their chairs around to Wendy’s side of the desk, as close to her as they could get, and leaned over to look at them.
‘It’s all dark, but look, click on that one. Isn’t that the cabin we found Tori in?’
As the photo enlarged and the cabin filled the screen, Wendy grinned at her.
‘What’s that video of?’
Wendy pressed it and the grounds of the summer camp came into view; it was a bit shaky because whoever was filming was moving pretty quickly.
‘For whoever watches this if we post it, we might not yet, it depends on if it’s good enough quality and we won’t know that until we review the footage, but if you are watching this is the haunted site of the old Lakes summer camp, which was steeped in tragedy from the day it first opened. There are many tales of tragedies that have happened on this land, and some say that it’s cursed. Apparently, there is an urban legend that says be careful of the watcher. When the fog lies low, the watcherleaves the safety of his dwelling and woe betide anyone out wandering around in the fog. He will get you.’
‘Ahh.’
