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at five in the morning about an article I did three years ago? Are you fucking nuts? And what is Texas Urban Legends anyway?”
          “That’s my blog.”
          “Oh Christ. Goodbye,” Brett said.
          “No! Wait!”
          “What?”
          “From my blog, I got some threatening email from some weird email address. Then I got another one saying to go to Round Rock.”
          “Round Rock?”
          “Yeah. So that’s where we are now. We just got here. But I don’t know where to go from here. In your article you mentioned one idea for The Country Club being north of Austin. Had you been up this way or have any other info?”
          “Shit, kid. How old are you?”
          “Kid? I’m twenty-five.”
          “Look. You’re not recording this are you?”
          “Huh? No. I’m in a coffee shop on my cell phone.”
          “Ok. Good. The piece I did on the Country Club was pretty much a fluff piece. That’s how it ended up anyway. But The Country Club is some shit,” he said.
          “What do you mean?”
          “I mean, I think it’s real. I did some checking around Austin, Dallas, Round Rock, and everywhere else. Everywhere else someone had a story about it. They knew someone who knew someone. They had a cousin whose best friend visited there or something. In Round Rock, everyone said they never heard of it. Don’t know nothing about it. And my second day there, a police captain came and escorted me out of town. Said I was causing trouble.”
          “No shit?” Crystal said.
          “No shit. You should get out of there. Shut your blog down. I don’t know what the deal is with that story, but if someone sent you a threatening email I’d forget the whole thing. You sound like a nice girl. Go to Schlitterbahn or something.” Schlitterbahn was a ginormous waterpark in the South and Central Texas area.
          “Fuck that. I’m gonna find that place. I’m gonna expose them. They’re killing people!” Crystal said.
          “I know. Unless you want to be one of them, I suggest you forget it.”
          “I can’t. I’ve been doing this for years now. I feel like I’m getting closer. I’m not gonna just walk away because someone made a threat!”  
          “You should be a real reporter, kid. At least get paid for being nuts. Well, like I said. You shouldn’t stay there. If you plan on staying, which you probably will, then good luck,” Brett said as he hung up.
          Crystal told the others what he had said.
          “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Sophie said. “This is bullshit.”
          “Yeah, Sophie’s right. This sounds dangerous,” Joel added.
          “Wait a minute. Just last night you guys were saying I was chasing bigfoot and shit. Now you’re all scared?”
          “What if he was just fucking with you?” Sophie said.
          “Why would he do that?”
          “You did wake him up. Do you not think of anyone else? Ever?” Sophie asked.
           “Not when I got shit to do. So we know to steer clear of the cops. Wait a minute.”
          She got back onto her laptop and into her email. The Round Rock email was still there. She replied to it.
    Ok. I’m here
           She hit send.
          “Now we wait?” Joel asked.
          “I guess so. I wonder who sent that,” Crystal said. As she looked back, her inbox refreshed with a new message.
      Days Inn room 206. Knock four times.
           Crystal closed up her laptop and stood.
          “I guess we’re going to Days Inn,” she said. Joel and Sophie just sat looking at her. “What? Let’s go?”
          “What is this? A fucking scavenger hunt?” Sophie asked.
          “Real funny. Maybe this is the guy or whoever sent this shit,” Crystal said.
          “Maybe it’s someone from the Country Club setting a trap!” Joel said.