“What?” Derrick asked, taking the picture from Victoria’s
hand and giving it a good evaluation. “When? Where?”
“At the lake near my
family’s cabin. But, there’s no way it’s the same creature. I was maybe eight
or nine years old. This thing would be—”
“Immortal?” Mike suggested.
“Victoria, if…” Derrick paused and looked up at Glenn who
was hanging on every word they were saying. “We need to check out all
possibilities,” he said, cautiously, motioning with his eyes.
“Right,” she replied, catching on to what he was getting at.
“Mr. Barrett, Glenn, thank you for your time. As my partner said we’re going to
conduct a thorough investigation and we will let you know if we find anything.”
“Thank you. And be careful. This thing is seriously dangerous.”
