“You have to be careful,” said Claire, genuinely concerned about Lucy’s health.

“I’m sorry, I’m just clumsy,” she said, patting Claire on the hand. “Will you be working all day?”

Claire nodded. “Yes, I think so. If you want to head back to the cabin, I could meet you there later?”

“Sure.” Lucy nodded slowly. “I’ll go back now?”

Claire shrugged. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Margie and Lucy said their goodbyes and made their exit. Chip seemed none the wiser, cheerfully waving them off and making them promise to return soon.

Once they were back in the parking lot, Lucy asked to see the printout.

“Why are they using ancient technology to torment us?” Lucy groaned.

“It’s not ancient, it’s useful. Especially if they don’t have an email for the hotel.” Margie paused. “Do you think they might’ve emailed it, too?”

“They must have, but maybe Claire can take care of that? I’ll text her.” Lucy pulled out her phone and sent a less-than-cryptic text to Claire that read, “Check your email, too. I bet the hotel gets lots of SPAM!”

“I unplugged the fax machine,” Margie said. “There won’t be any more surprises.”

Lucy nodded, impressed. “Nice.”

“Now what should we do?”

Lucy looked around. It still didn’t seem like the FBI was descending upon them. At least not yet. They had some time.

“I think Claire wanted me to go back and check on Marty, so I’ll do that.”

Margie put her hands on her hips. “What should I do?”

“You need to put all of your effort into not telling anyone about this.”

Margie frowned. “Fair point. It’s only getting harder. I should be getting back anyway. I’m supposed to meet with a client later today.”

“Okay, you go!” Lucy said, walking toward her car. “And excellent work in there.”

Margie smiled. “You too.”

Lucy would never admit that her fall wasn’t intentional. She wasn’t the best under pressure, but sometimes chaos worked in her favor.

When Lucy got back to the cabin, it looked abandoned. All of the lights were off and there was no sign of life.

“Hello?” she called out. It was actually quite creepy. “It’s Lucy. Is anyone home?”

There was a rustling noise from the loft and Marty popped his head out. “Are they still here?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Is who still here?”

He let out a sigh, climbing down the ladder. “The FBI agents. A car pulled up outside of the house, and I thought it was you or Claire, but I saw them instead. They poked around outside and came up to the door.”

Lucy tried not to react, but she couldn’t help making a face. “That’s not good.”

“I know. I think I need to pack up and get back to camping,” he said.