Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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We walked down the dock to where Bill sat. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam prompted, making the man's teary eyes turn to us. "We'd like to ask you a few questions. If you don't mind."
"We're from the department—" Dean began.
"I don't care who you're with," Bill cut him off. "I've answered enough questions today."
"Your son said he saw something in that lake," Sam said. "What about you? Have you ever seen anything out there?" No answer. "Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning, Will's death, we think there might be a connection to you or your family—"
"My children are gone," Bill said. "It's—It's worse than dying...Just go away, please."
We headed back down the dock and to the car.
"I think the poor guy's been through hell," Dean stated. "I also think he's not telling us something."
"So then what do we do now?" I asked.
Dean looked over, staring at the Carlton house.
"Hello?" I waved a hand. "I asked a question. What is going on inside your head?"
"Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean pulled a folded up piece of paper from his leather jacket. He unfolded it, revealing an exact drawing of Bill's house. It was the drawing Lucas had given him.
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"I'm sorry. I don't think it's a good idea," Andrea said as we stood in her living room.
"I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes," Dean pleaded.
"He won't say anything," Andrea insisted. "What good is it going to do?"
"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt," Sam spoke up. "We think something's happening out there."
"My husband, the others, they just drowned, that's all."
"Are you a hundred percent sure? You can say that without a doubt in your mind?" I asked.
"Right, if you think that there's even a possibility that something else is going on here, please let me talk to your son," Dean added.
Andrea caved then, leading us up the stairs and to a room where Lucas sat on the floor, coloring.
Dean stepped inside, crouching down before the boy. "Hey, Lucas," he said. "Remember me?" He reached out to brush a few papers aside, most of which were of a red bike. "You know, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing...But the thing is I need your help again," he continued. He pulled the picture of the Carlton house out and set it down. "How did you know to draw this?" No answer. "Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod, yes or no for me."
