Mike Lane

She has absolutely no idea I'm coming, and I've never met nor spoken to her in my life.

The location is remote.

Houses here are few and far between.

I've never been to this part of the country before.

And I've been sent here by James, on trust.

But I can't help thinking, this is one of the men Darren Old claims is responsible for the very murders I'm investigating.

What if I'm driving into a trap?

I'm coming alone, as I always do.

Well, not fully alone.

I've got my German Shepherd Achilles in the back seat.

A real killer, I think, as his tongue rolls happily out of his mouth, head hanging out of the window in the breeze.

Still, he's the best backup I've got.

This is definitely that moment in the movie where you're thinking, oh, this is such bullshit.

No one would ever be so dumb to do this.

And I'll admit, as I'm driving out here, that thought crosses my mind.

One, two, three.

I'm in a really backcountry road.

Old houses and I've no idea where I am right now.

Okay, I think, right, that's two cabins there.

Is this the house?