A bird flies over my head. At least I hope it's a bird and not a bat or some other crazy Maine creature. Don't they have chupacabras here? Or is it Bigfoot?
Oh my God.
What if it's both?
Or worse, some weird combination between the two. Like if Bigfoot fell in love with the chupacabra and had a baby.
Chupafoot.
"I don't know what you're thinking, but stop freaking yourself out!" Katy yells from her hiding spot inside the little church on the north side of Pelican Bay.
Sunday morning this place sounded like a great location for a public meeting with a mobster. It's bright, sunny, there's churchgoers. Tuesday night at eleven pm when the entire town is deserted, it doesn't feel like such a great idea anymore.
Frankie insisted on meeting me himself and because he was out of town for two
