He stood at the entrance of the trail for a minute, just looking at the point where the path faded into the forest. He'd had some time to think since that morning, and the more he thought about it, the more rancid the vibes of this whole thing seemed. When he'd been thinking on it during breakfast, he'd chalked a lot of that up to having been away for over twenty-four hours straight.

Now, he'd had a solid seven hours of sleep, and the can of Red Bull in his hand was empty, and he was starting to feel a twisting in his stomach that had nothing to do with caffeine. 

But there was no way he was backing down now. Even if the money weren't on the line, people were acting too weird about this graveyard for him not to at least check it out. 

[s]Would he see that woman there?[/s]

Allyn shook his head, as if he were shrugging off a fly. He stuffed his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket--one hand touching the knife he carried, more for reassurance than anything--and set off down the trail.