Pack
The hillbillies proved a dead end, and nothing came out to play, so they went back to the motel for a shower and to regroup.
"Dumb and dumber were useless," Marc quipped.
Trent paced. "We already guessed Roderick was paying them to lure victims for him, but even they weren't sure if he was holed up in that camp or not."
"So what's our next step?" Darren asked in his usual quiet tone.
Leaning back in a chair and trying to appear casual, Jaxon drawled, "Time to go meet the beast. Or his minions, at any rate."
"What happened to Ôthere's too many of them to fight'?"