Chapter 22: Cult Seeker
It was three in the afternoon. Joe and crew had just driven from the diner and parked their vehicle in an isolated parking lot in the southernmost edge of the city on Market street. From there the three investigators walked for about ten minutes north, until they came upon a Bar on the corner of the street. The bar’s name was called the “Salty Pickle”. It looked like a clean and well established place, like many of the other stores on Market street. It also didn’t look like there were any customers inside yet.
Joe: “Good, we got here before his customers showed up.”
Dan: “So, you're saying there is a cultist that works at this place?”
Joe: “Something like that. Mike, you stay out here and teach the kid the ropes. I’ll call you if I need ya.”
Mike nodded his head.
Joe separated from the group and entered the bar, leaving Dan and Mike by themselves outside under the afternoon sun.