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Jake gave up trying to start the car. It had been fine the last two days, but now, tonight, it had decided to give up the ghost. The old jeep was gonna fall apart sooner or later, but why now? Why tonight? Must've been the drive up here - windy mountain roads and bumpy forest tracks must have damaged the old girl.
No matter. His friends would be arriving soon. He could get a lift with them to the nearest gas station and hire a pickup truck.
Well... maybe not the nearest gas station. People round these parts seemed to have a stick up their ass - all unwelcoming stares and inbred sneers, like they'd never seen a man in a suit before. The old timer at the roadside diner had even told him to 'go back the way he came'. Jake had told him his father was from around these parts, but that just seemed to make the man more unsociable.
Thank God for Google Earth. Not that the internet worked once he got to the mountainside, and he had zero bars on his phone.
Leaving his car, he headed back to the cabin and threw another log on the fire. The place had been a mess when he arrived two nights ago, but he had tidied it up with some furniture found in the outhouse. He had also brought plenty of food with him and restocked the kitchen. There were fresh sheets on the beds and the windows were patched.
Jake lit a cigarette, craked a beer from the cooler, and went back to examining his father's old bookshelf.
Somewhere.... somehow... he would find a clue to what happened to his father out here.