Ghost Trapper 13 The Trailwalker by JL Bryan

Author:JL Bryan [Bryan, JL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J. L. Bryan
Published: 2020-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Could have gone better,” Stacey said. “What's next?”

“Research,” I said. “We need to know more about the camp than Josh is willing to tell us.”

“You think he's holding out on us, details-wise?” Stacey asked.

“I think it's getting a little personal for him. It was one thing to let us hunt ghosts around his camp, another to talk about people he knew in life, people who died. We may be on the road to getting fired now. But in case we are, we can at least leave Allison with more information than we've dug up so far.”

“As long as 'digging up' doesn't refer to an activity we'll be doing up at the old burial mound under a full moon.”

“Never fear. You want property records again?”

“Ugh.” She rubbed her head. “I want stronger coffee if we're going to do that. Like a fire hose of the midnight black stuff.”

“That can be arranged.”

We clambered into the van and drove up the old road to the wooden palisade gate.

“Looks like you're the gatekeeper,” I told Stacey. “Since I'm the van driver.”

She sighed and dropped out of the van, then lifted away the heavy board latch and swung the gate open. After I drove through, she closed it and climbed back in.

“It seems brighter outside the camp, doesn't it?” Stacey asked as we pulled onto the somewhat more civilized blacktop clinging to the mountainside. Nervous sweat rose from my palms, making the steering wheel slippery. Camp Stony Owl was much too high for my taste.

“It's great,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep my eyes on the road instead of wandering over to the death drop beyond the edge of the road.

It was a half-hour drive to Blairsville, population seven hundred-ish. It was the county's seat and largest town, the place to find the library, government, local newspaper, and even the historical society, all pretty much in walking distance of each other. Convenient. The town offered plenty of restaurants and boutique shops for all the tourists escaping the cities for the mountains.

“We should eat first.” Stacey poked at her stomach. “I'm getting pretty growly. Old Josh didn't cook us any waffles this morning. We're obviously on his bad side.”

“Research first,” I said. “We've only got a few hours before things close down.”

“Just don't send me to the property records room at the town hall,” Stacey pleaded. “I've done nothing to deserve it.”

“We can focus on the library today,” I said, having mercy on her.

The library turned out to be a charming little brick building across the street from a grassy knoll of a churchyard full of gravestones. We quickly found our way to the reference section. We discovered the town paper, the North Georgia News, had been in print since 1909, but I wanted to look back into the history of the amateur archaeologist Charles Tennyford, who'd excavated the owl years before that.

“Do you want to look at the 1920s in the North Georgia News or at the 1890s in the North Georgia Citizen of Dalton?” I asked Stacey.

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