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not to pay
attention to the rumors anymore.”
    “People that live near Widowsfield say that
they can see green lights on foggy nights,” said Rachel. “They’ve
even started to film it. You can watch some of them online. It’s
actually pretty creepy.”
    “And you don’t think that’s staged?” asked
Alma. “Come on, the people making those videos are setting out
green lights on foggy nights and then taking video of it. There’s
nothing mystical about that.”
    “And that’s what we want to find out,” said
Stephen. He was excited about the project, and Alma could
understand how that could be infectious for people around him. He
had an almost childish fascination with the subject. “We want to
approach this type of thing differently than other shows out there.
Our goal is to go in with various viewpoints. Some of the people on
our show will be skeptics, and others will be believers. I’m hoping
to find a local out there that has seen the lights, maybe even
someone that has been to the town a few times. We’re going to try
and dispel any of the fake crap out there, and only bring out the
truth.”
    “I’m on your side, Alma,” said Rachel. “I
always try to think of the most reasonable solution to things, and
I agree that the people of Widowsfield probably just fled the mob.
It was a pretty small town, and it’s not impossible to think that
the majority of them were mixed up in the meth ring.” She crossed
her arms and sat back in her chair. She looked over at her husband
as she continued. “Did you know that right around the time all this
went down, the DEA had just changed the laws around
pseudoephedrine? They made the sale of large quantities illegal,
and they discovered a meth lab in Widowsfield after the
disappearances. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.”
    Stephen shook his head and frowned as if he
thought Rachel’s point was ridiculous at best. “They found a tiny
little meth dealer’s set up. It wasn’t Breaking Bad or anything in
there. Shit, I bet there’s a home meth lab within walking distance
of this restaurant. They’re not exactly rare.” Then he looked at
Alma and got excited again. “But you see, that’s the kind of thing
we want to go over on our show. We want to explore every
possibility, no matter how ludicrous they are.” He cast a snide
look at his wife.
    “It sounds great,” said Alma. “But I’m not
sure what you want from me.”
    Rachel and Stephen looked uncomfortable. It
seemed that they were wary to ask for what they wanted, as if they
knew it was asking too much. Stephen eventually explained, “We were
hoping to convince you to come with us to Missouri, to go past the
place where your brother disappeared.”
    “We’re leaving tomorrow,” said Rachel.
    Alma laughed uncomfortably. “No way. Sorry,
but I’ve left all of that behind me. Besides, my brother didn’t
disappear there. The police agreed with my father. My brother was
kidnapped from his room.”
    “Yeah,” said Stephen, “but that’s not what
you told them originally. You told them he was…”
    “I know what I told them,” said Alma, and
was immediately embarrassed by her abruptness. “But I was eight
years old. Remember? I had a bad dream, and that’s all there is to
it. You have no clue what this whole ordeal did to my family. It
ruined us.” She looked back and forth between Stephen and Rachel as
if admonishing them for daring to bring this subject up. “I haven’t
talked to my father for more than a few minutes in almost a decade.
My mother…” she faltered and cleared her throat. “My mother killed
herself.”
    “I know,” said Rachel. “I’m sorry.”
    “And the worst part is, every year around
this time I get a call from someone that wants to dig up the past.
I get letters all the time from people with all sorts of insane
theories. They say that the government was involved, or that some
corporation with a facility near there was doing tests on some
Greek boat they