After driving back to his modest flat, Sean quickly types up his piece on the band. Then, if it’s not too late, he’ll look through his old(ish) notepads to see if they contain anything, considering there’s possibly a dangerous killer on the loose, unusual. In other words, any hit and runs or disappearances that have yet to be solved.
Monday May 2nd, 1973 8.30am.
Purton Manor, Brichester, England.
The night had passed uneventfully and there was no clamour for an early start, so everyone had been able to catch up on their sleep. As they began to stir, they heard the Transit van starting up, then the crunch of the tyres on the stones as it left the courtyard.
Looking out, Jim was sat by the fire, drinking tea and smoking his first cigarette of the day. ”’Morning!” he called out, oblivious to anyone who may have been trying to get a lie-in. ”There’s no rush - Georges and Baz have taken the van to go scouting a new location. Georges reckons he’s come up with a new finale for the film!”
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Across town, Sean had risen early to finish reading through his notebooks. Brichester being a town surrounded by countryside made for a fair few accidents as townies got into scrapes with some of the farmers (who generally tanked around the back roads as if no one else ever used them) but there was nothing to suggest any sort of pattern of unsolved crimes. Nor was there anything to indicate that a hitherto undiscovered serial killer had been operating. Murders happened infrequently in the town and when they did, for the all too human of reasons; domestic violence, drink, and the shagging of someone else’s wife… …
"It would make sense if he chose it, since the lake's about the only natural landmark in the area, not to mention the legend behind it."Lawrence adds as he exits the tent; much like his lawyer friend, he believed to already know what answer would be coming. "Any word on what happens in the new finale?"
OOC: I'll just say that Lawrence, during the night, told William and Alex about the strange features of the tracks he found by the lake.
”Could’ve been,” replied Jim, scratching at his unshaven chin. ”That was that creepy place we went the other day, wasn’t it?” As he spoke, he spotted Sean approaching. ”Here’s your pal from last night,” he said.
”Want an interview with a film star?” he asked Sean, with a cheeky grin.
”Well, Baz is the Director but Georges is the writer and helps to bring in the money, so I guess he’s pulling the strings,” said Jim. ”He said they were off scouting a location but didn’t say what the finale was. He was poking around the house last night and complaining about the scale of the rooms - wants something bigger, more grand, apparently. He asked me if I could swim - I hope he was joking!”
"I see," Alex exchanges a look with the others. He's tempted to warn Jim, and thinks the time to do so is fast approaching, but he wants to talk to the others first. "How many people went off with Georges?"
"If we're going in his car, it's going to be a tight fit."Lawrence notes, already expecting the "fun" of having to cram himself into a car made for people much smaller than himself. "Did you get to speak much with Georges, Jim? Did he act strange or suspicious at all?"
Jim wandered over to the tent Anu shared with Baz. ”Still sleeping,” he reported.
”We had a chat in his tent last night,”Jim nodded to a more modern tent at the end of the row of tents. ”He was wanting to know how filming was going, how things were on set, and the like. I put in a good word for you, Yanks! He was complaining about the set though, like I said, and I mentioned that I’d taken you up to the lake up the road and it had a spooky atmosphere. He seemed quite taken by that!”