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in nude dances under the moonlight. People didn’t risk cutting through our woods anymore. Once you’ve seen middle-aged boobs that big flopping around – you wouldn’t risk it either.
    After leaving our woods, we followed the main road towards the corn maze. Clove wanted to cut across the county’s park – but Thistle and I quickly vetoed that suggestion.
    “We’ll get lost,” I argued.
    “It will be too creepy,” Thistle offered.
    “You guys are no fun,” Clove grumbled.
    In truth, I don’t think any of us really wanted to chance cutting across the land. It wasn’t exactly flat. And if one of us fell and required medical attention, we would have a bitch of a time explaining why we were there.
    During our trek, we chatted amiably with one another. We were always comfortable when we were together – even if we were about to commit a felony. Briefly, I wondered what anyone would think if they saw us dressed like this.
    Once, we saw a pair of headlights heading our way and dived into the ditch to hide. The truck had passed by us quickly, though, and we remained unnoticed.
    “Whew, that was close,” Clove was brushing the dirt off her outfit.
    “It wasn’t that close. We were in the ditch for a full two minutes before the truck passed us by,” I argued. I get crabby late at night – and early in the morning – especially when I’m doing something that I don’t expressly want to do.
    “Still, it could have been dangerous,” Clove said conspiratorially. “What if that was the killer?”
    “That was old Mr. Browden,” Thistle argued. “I recognized his truck. He’s probably going down to the pond to go frogging.”
    Clove wasn’t going to be deterred from her excitement. “We don’t actually know that’s what he was doing. Have any of us actually seen him catch a frog?”
    She had a point. Of course, I didn’t point out that none of us would have the patience to actually sit there and watch him try to catch a frog either. His frog-catching abilities were legendary around town, though.
    When we finally got to the corn maze, we approached the area carefully. We could see the yellow police tape glinting under the moonlight – but everything else was dark and quiet. I scanned the area briefly – looking to see if I could see a hidden police car.
    “Do you see anything?” Thistle asked dubiously.
    “No. Do you?”
    “No.”
    “Let’s take a quick look around the back of the maze to be sure,” I whispered.
    Thistle nodded silently. We all moved together as a unit. It probably took an extra fifteen minutes to check out the back of the maze, but I think we all felt better once the deed was done. When we were back at the entrance to the maze, Thistle and Clove looked to me expectantly.
    “What?”
    “You go first,” Thistle licked her lips nervously.
    “Why do I have to go first? This was your idea.”
    “You know where you’re going,” Thistle argued, although I could tell now that we were here she didn’t think it was such a great idea anymore.
    “She’s right,” Clove said, moving in between the two of us warily. “You know where you’re going. I’ll be in the middle. Thistle, you take the rear.”
    “You always take her side,” I muttered as I reluctantly moved into the corn maze.
    I pulled the flashlight I had tucked into the waistband of my black stretchy pants out and flicked it on.
    “Should we risk having that on?” Thistle hissed.
    “How do you suggest we find our way otherwise? The hay is so tall in there it will block out the moon and we don’t want any of the hay bales tumbling on top of us. Do you really want to feel your way around – especially knowing someone left a dead body in here less than twenty-four hours ago?”
    “She has a point,” Clove said nervously.
    “Oh, now you’re on my side,” I shot back sarcastically.
    We entered the maze. I could feel Clove’s hand at my back. I had no doubt Thistle’s hand was similarly placed at Clove’s