The Veil – Part 12

Hello, my Freaky Darlings!

How was your weekend? Did you read anything good? I’m busy reading Kiss the Girls by James Patterson.

Anyway … Here’s the next episode of The Veil. If you’ve missed any of the previous parts, you can catch up here.

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It didn’t take the old farmer and his son long to change her tyre and get her back on the road. Her body tingled with adrenalin as she drew closer to her goal.

The turn-off for Crystal Springs was shrouded in mist, and Carol almost missed the turn. She hit the brakes and pulled hard left. Her tyres screeched, and the back of the car slid; luckily there wasn’t anybody else on the road. The tar disappeared and turned into a dirt road with a steep incline. The pine tree plantation on the right was dark and spooky. She put the car into second gear to get up the hill. As she crested it, she saw the entrance gate for the resort. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was so close to the answers she needed and wanted. Jack couldn’t stop her now.

“Really?” The sound of Jack’s voice startled her. “You honestly think that I couldn’t put a stop to this nonsense of yours if I wanted to? Then you really are in for a rude awakening, my dear. If I really wanted to, I could end you like this.” He clicked his fingers and was gone. Carol’s heart took a dive. What was she doing? Had she thought this through? Before she could focus on one thought, a security guard stood at her window, holding a clipboard. She wound down the window, and the clipboard was thrust at her. The pen on top of the board fell off before she could grab it and landed on her lap. Her clumsy fingers managed to get a grip on the pen, and she filled in her name, ID number, and registration details. The guard demanded her driver’s license, which he scanned along with her car license disk on the windscreen.

“How do I get to number two?” She asked when he handed her licence back to her.

“Turn left,” he said, gesturing towards the narrow paved road that led immediately to the left from the gate entrance. Carol’s stomach grumbled. She hadn’t eaten anything since leaving Johannesburg; hopefully, Sarah would have some food and booze. She really needed a drink. A few more minutes and she’d be face-to-face with the one person who she hoped had all the answers.

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