Mike's Second Email

So, okay, the three of us, Me, Allen and the old guy, Kieth, were driving away from the house, as fast and casually as we could, when we saw three cop cars zip past us in the other direction. it was pretty spooky how close we had come. We drove to a hotel and sat Kieth down. Allen wasn't done asking him stuff. He told me I needed to leave. He was pissed and it scared the hell outta me, so i didn't argue. I went for a walk, and about an hour later, Allen texted me that it was alright for me to come back. When i did, he and the old dude were all buddy-buddy. I don't know what they talked about, or what happened, but something Kieth had said had soothed Allen's nerves. It weirded me out, and nobody ever explained it to me, but suddenly I was the third wheel in their bromance.

Regardless, Allen had decided to pick up with the computer. He asked me to look at the pictures on the computer and see if I could figure out where any of them were. No problem, of course, at least two of them had GPS coordinates on their exif data. Sometimes I'm surprised by the amount of data people let their iPhone pin on their pictures. Whatever. The picture we decided to go to was in Massachusetts. It wasn't the closest picture, but it's date was the soonest, so it seemed like a good starting place. We spent about a week on  the road, Me, Allen and the old dude, and after a blowout in Nebraska, we ended up at Battleship Cove, in Fall River Massachusetts.