Two More Down

I was like a zombie for the rest of the day. Since thinking straight was out of the picture, I decided to make myself useful and joined the Collins outside, for the heinous task of trying to pick up all the shattered glass from the garden. The vacuum helped us a great deal, but we only had one, so Susan steered it, while Mike and I wore thick work gloves and picked up the sharp little pieces by hand.

Meanwhile, inside, the other three talked with Amy and tried to salvage the footage from the burned cameras. They were able to do it, and later, Brandon showed me that the devices had registered an abrupt drop in the EM field for two seconds before the blast.

“Like a volcano dome that collapses right before an eruption,” he said.

He also told me the KII didn’t detect any EM field around the old well in the guesthouse basement, nor at the tool shed, anymore.

I pretended to be interested, even impressed, but my head was elsewhere. I didn&rsquo