A lead is a lead

Trask had proven tricky to find.

Luckily info on her little group came a bit easier and only fuelled the blind conviction Sammy had that this was the group behind the killings.

The writings talked about the self and knowing the self. Not exactly groundbreaking but it was the way it was framed. Everything was framed in terms of eating.

You must consume the truth and make it a part of you

To offer yourself and be consumed is to be truly known

Her friends had told her that it just read like a new age way to advertise a sex cult but Sammy had been there was more behind it.

So she had tailed and talked and traced and eventually found the place she was sure the group met.

A clearing in the middle of the swamp, some dead end on a nowhere road that had mostly been taken back by the forest.

So now she was sneaking up, camera in hand, to snap some pictures and find out the truth.