Julian looked down at the floor. Beneath his swivel chair, one of the planks was slightly askew. The Choice
In the summer of 2016, the three of them had found three strange, obsidian-like coins in the woods. They’d called them their "lucky charms." Allison took one. Fiona took one. Julian had thrown his into the lake in a fit of superstitious fear. He typed: Obsidian3 Download File Allison Fiona.zip
Julian plugged the GPS log into a mapping tool. The coordinates didn't lead to the lake house. They led to a remote stretch of the Blackwood Ridge—a place the locals called "The Dead Drop" because of how often hikers vanished there. Julian looked down at the floor
"Allison is at the coordinates. Fiona is at the station," the voice said. "And you? You're the one who’s going to tell me where the third coin is. Because I know you didn't throw it in the lake. I watched you hide it in the floorboards of that office you're sitting in." They’d called them their "lucky charms