“Woodward!”
“Jameson?”
“We're throwing you something to right the ship with here son. Get your ass up to Crestview, talk to Dante Tanner. He runs the Galt mining Company up there. Do a positive industry piece on him and the company. Higher ups are telling us to make Colorado's economy look revitalized and brought up by fresh ideas. Don't fuck this up, we want it as part of a series on start-up business.” *click*
That was one of the more unexpected calls Carl Woodward had ever received. He was positive that he had blown it at the Denver Post when Jameson, his editor, had told him to fuck off for a while after his last labor of love piece that simply chronicled some of the strange occurrences around Barr lake over the past century. Carl had been careful to leave out some of the crazier elements where locals talked about seeing shadowy figures and just make it sound like a history of the lake piece, but Jameson saw through it and Carl had thought he had lost his job. He almost wished he had, then he could move, try a new paper. Now he was stuck doing a story in the middle of nowhere that nobody who got a place in the office wanted to do. Carl had heard that some weird obsidian orbs had been found, so maybe there would be something interesting there.
The first order of business before he went to Crestview was to get anything he could about Galt co. and this Dante guy. Maybe there would be some fun skeletons to spook up. He was supposed to make them look good, but fuck it, bad press always moved more copies. (Library use)
It was late by the time Carl got into Crestview, making the Stagger Inn's name seem all the more appropriate. The man at the counter said his name was Isaac.
“Hi Isaac, I need a room, probably only for a day or two,” he let him fill out the paperwork then sat down at the bar. “Pour me whatever the special is here. I'm with the Denver Post, you mind telling me about the Galt co.?”