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“So why exactly did you choose Loddington House Hotel, Uncle? The shipyard view is not a nice one.”
“I like the view.” Chad’s Uncle Sam mumbled.
“Errr, I guess it grows on you . . . What’s that you’re peering at through your binoculars? I think people would be creeped out if they saw a guy looking through his hotel window with those.”
“Well, I’m not a peeping-Tom. It’s the surveillance van. It arrived when we got here exactly and only leaves when we leave.” Uncle Sam muttered.
“Well we’ve hardly left at all. I thought you wanted to come with me to see the University I’m going to be attending. You know, like my Dad would’ve done had he been here.”
“Chad, there are bigger things going on. The same people who killed your Dad are watching us. What I don’t know, is why?”
“Your Dad was in the Marines Chad; it must have to do with him. But what do they want nineteen-years-later? And what are they trying to accomplish by not hiding their van in plain sight?” Uncle Sam wondered.
Chad’s eyes went wide; his face went pale. He had a feeling their troubles were only beginning.
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