"A little," Val said with a frown. "This is the tough part, because we don't really know what we're looking for." *** He looked around with a grin. "This is amazing!"
"Hm," he murmured. "Well, any clue to anything?" *** "You think? I'm pretty sure there aren't any junkies that come here, either."
"Nothing yet," she said, clicking her pen. "We won't know until we have another interview." *** He nodded. "It's excellent." He looked up to the treehouse. "What's up there?"
Val sighed as they stepped into the crisp air. "That was awful." *** He paused and then grinned at her. "Want to go up?"
"They seemed really torn about it," he said. "I mean, obviously they would be." *** She raised an eyebrow. "Up there?"
She was quiet for a moment. "My mother used to say that it's the worst pain someone can face. Losing a child." *** "Yes. Up there."
Val frowned and crossed her arms. "We have another meeting to go to." *** He grinned and put his hand on the first rung. "You're sure it's safe?"
"With who?" he asked curiously, glancing down at his camera. *** She nodded, readjusting her bag. "Fairly certain."
"Another family," Val said. "Their daughter has been dead for three weeks." *** He raised an eyebrow. "If I die, I'm blaming you."
"Are you sure it's okay to talk to them about it this recent?" he asked, his brows furrowing. *** "Don't worry," she reassured. "You won't die."
"I was concerned too," he said with a frown. "But they agreed without question." *** He sighed and began to scale the ladder, his hands careful and strong.
"Do you know of they agree with the theories?" *** She followed him up, tilting her head thoughtfully.
"I didn't mention it," Val said smoothly. "I didn't want anyone talking about it just yet." *** He got to the top and pulled himself over.
"Huh. Okay," he said. "Where's the place at?" *** Just as she said, there wasn't much there. A table, windows, and other simple things. Inside of it was overall roomy, and surprisingly serene.
"A couple of miles away," Val said, approaching her bike. *** Arlo grinned. "I like this. I really like this."
He looked down at his watch. "Okay. I guess I'll meet you there?" *** She climbed over, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "It's pretty cool."
"Sure," she said giving him a small smile. "Motorcycle life not for you?" *** He looked around curiously. "Who built it?"
"I didn't think you'd want me to," he admitted. "Even though I did find it kinda terrifying." *** She shrugged. "No clue."
