The bartender, a gruff old man with a thick beard, seemed hesitant to talk. However, after Jameson flashed his badge, he leaned in close and whispered: "You're looking for Sam, eh? Be careful, detective. He's not someone to mess with. He's got connections with some bad people."
Jameson hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Tell him it's about the message on the lake," he said finally. The voice on the other end laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You shouldn't have done that, detective. Now you're in this too deep." Freeze 24 11 15 Mary Rock And Sam Bourne Bad Co...
The phone rang several times before a low, gravelly voice picked up. "Yeah?" Jameson identified himself and asked to speak to Sam Bourne. There was a pause before the voice responded, "Sam's not here. But I can give him a message. What's it about?" The bartender, a gruff old man with a
Jameson's investigation led him to a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, where he hoped to find Sam Bourne. As he entered, he spotted a shady-looking individual with a scar above his left eyebrow – a man matching Sam's description. He's not someone to mess with
As he arrived at the scene, Jameson noticed a faint set of footprints leading away from the message. He followed them, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of evidence. The footprints led him to a nearby cabin, where he found a small notebook belonging to a person named "M.R."
The line went dead, leaving Jameson with more questions than answers. He knew he had to tread carefully, as he was now a part of something much bigger and more complex than he had initially thought. The cryptic message on the lake had been just the beginning.