Harley
I didn’t know if I’d ever been so freaking tired in my life. Without the excitement and adrenaline of the hunt to keep me going, my a.ss was dragging, big time. Jeremy had split off to go break down the cameras and sound equipment in the girl’s dormitory. Even though it was broad daylight, he didn’t want me going into that room. He was still afraid I might go all suicidal-spirit on him.
I think the guy was a little traumatized.
Brendan and I headed for the kitchen, where a lot of the electrical stuff had been set up and plugged in. It was boring work, peeling the duct tape from the filthy floor, and then winding up yard after yard of electrical cable. Brendan was very particular about how everything was coiled up and put away, even going so far as to take cords out of my hand so
