Lustoodalohedesertedamusementpark,thedistanthumofidlemaerytheonlysoundiillnightair.Hisgazedriftedupward,followingtheskeletallinesofpowercablesagainstthedarkskybeforesettlingonanearbyutilitypole.
"Youhavesurveilncehere?"heaskedabruptly,asiftofirm,turningtothemarailingbehindhim.
Themanagerwipedhisglisteningforeheadwithahandkerchief."Yeah,indoorandoutdoor.Youknowhowitis—nocameras,noproof.Ahingsg,guesswhoendsupfootingthebill?"
Lushothimasharplook.Themanquicklyswallowedtherestofhispints.
"Yourteamalreadypulledallthefootage,"headdedhastily.
Ignhim,Luresumedwalking,hisbootsscuffingagainstthewindingpathwaysthatcoiledbetweeridesandshutteredgamestalls.Hiseyesflickedupwardeveryfewsteps,singforsecuritycameras.Soonenough,hefoundhimselfbaearthehauntedhouse.
Thepolicetapefppedinafaintbreeze,abrightyellowbarrieragainstthegrimsewithin.Nearby,thefadedgrayfacadeofthecastleattraloomed,itsfaux-stonewallschippedahered.
Lu''''''''sattentionshiftedtoanarrowalleywedgedbetweewostructures,barelymorethanagapinthearchitecture,half-swallowedbyshadows.
"Doessurveilncecoverthat?"Hepointed.
Themanageredhisneck,squinting."Hardtosay."
Hegesturedtowardastreetmpacrosstheway."There''''''''sacameraonthatpole,but..."
Lutookastepforward.Thealleyexhaledadamp,metallicchill,untouchedbythesicklyglowoftheoverheadlights.Hewasabouttomovedeeperwhenhisphonebuzzedviolentlyinhispocket.
Moxi''''''''snamefshedonthes.
Becauseofthesuspiciousnatureofthedeath,thebodyhadbeeotheforensicsbearly.WhileLuhadbeentiedupwithback-to-baterviews,preliminaryresultswerealreadyingin.
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