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see where the coin was going to land before she picked a side. Dick brushed his hair out of his eyes, smearing cold sweat across his forehead. “Listen, just listen. We need this, you guys. This is our big chance. I couldn’t let these two,” he waved the gun at Nancy and Liz, “wreck everything we’ve worked for so hard. There’s something here. I can feel it. I know you can feel it.”
    As if to lend credence to his words, a cold wind moaned over the hills and swept around their ankles. It carried whorls of ash with it, like dirty shadows. “We can do this, guys. We can fucking nail this piece and make our careers. Right here, right now.”
    Amy was smacking her gum, and Dick could see the light in her eyes. He was winning her over. “I get it, the gun is pretty extreme. But we need this, you guys. I did this for all of us.”
    Troy fidgeted with the EMF detector and adjusted the pack full of electronic ghost-hunting gear on his shoulder. “It’s just—fuck, man, you can’t pull this kind of crazy shit on us. We need to discuss our plans, right?”
    Dick grinned. He’d hauled the rabbit out of the hat and turned the whole mess around. “I get it, I fucked up. Won’t happen again.”
    The gadget wrangler stepped up to Dick and peered over the edge of the hole. “Fuck me. We’re really going down there?”
    It took all the self-control Dick could muster to keep from punching the air in victory. “Yeah, it looks like we are.”

7
    D ick pointed the gun at Nancy. “Nancy, climb on down. You’re the first contestant on Get in the Fucking Hole .”
    She stared at Dick, her eyes narrowed to mean slits. “I’m not going down there.”
    He sighed and swung the pistol at Liz. “Then I guess your sister gets a new belly button.”
    Nancy stared at Dick long enough for him to worry that she’d called his bluff and he really was going to have shoot her sister. His finger tightened on the trigger. Nancy ducked her head and headed to the hole. “I hope they kill you first,” she whispered to Dick.
    As she perched on the edge of the hole and got her feet on the ladder’s rope rungs, Dick thought about giving Nancy a shove. If he turned his back on her, she’d try to kill him. He wasn’t even sure his crew would back him up if shit really got messy. He’d convinced them to do the job, but it wouldn’t take much to knock them off the fence again. Then he’d be staring down six angry assholes instead of just the sisters. Dick let her go, deciding the danger she posed was offset by the freak out killing her right now would cause. “Throw a couple of those glow sticks down the hole, Troy.”
    The gadget wrangler dug around in his pack and came up with with a pair of plastic straws. He cracked them over his knuckles and shook them until they glowed with an electric green fluorescence. He tossed them over the edge and the lights dwindled as they fell past Nancy.
    Dick counted as the lights fell. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.
    Troy must have been counting, as well, because he piped up before Dick could do the math in his head. “A buck fifty. That’s a deep hole, man.”
    It took them most of the next hour to navigate the rope ladder and get their equipment to the bottom of the hole. Dick knew he had to be the last to go down, because someone had to keep folks from losing their nerve. By the time everyone got to the bottom of the pit, they were covered in sweat and grime. Dick stared around at his team, their faces lit by Randall’s camera light, and had to stifle a laugh. “We look like we’re filming a coal mining documentary.”
    Randall, invisible behind the glowing white eye of the camera’s light, whistled, “It’ll look badass. When we do the wrap-up topside, you’ll like you crawled through hell. And what is that smell?”
    Dick looked at the floor, which was covered in a thick layer of greasy black that reeked of ammonia and something earthy and foul. “No idea. Stinks