“Look,” she peered around the crowded store and then back at the vision of darkness before her. “We need to talk.”
“Alright.” He eased his stance and waited.
“Not here? Why ever not?”
“Because! There are people! They might hear!”
His eyes narrowed as he took in all the curious stares around them, the people that slowed to hear what was being said. “That is correct. Alright.” He appeared to think, and then said, “Have you been to the dam?”
Had she been to the dam? What kind of silly question was that?
“Of course. How can a person live in this town and not have been to the dam?”
He ignored her question and nodded, “Good. Meet me there, then.”
“10 pm. At the 11th lamppost.”
“We need to talk.” Repeating her own words.
“I’ll be waiting.”
To be continued...
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