C393 Lure the Enemy into a Trap!

"Then I don't know," Camryn Whitaker said, her face a mask of confusion as she stared at the note in her hand.

"Since the note's writer wants to meet at the Corners Pavilion, that's where I'll go," Lloyd Walker declared, determined to find answers at the address scrawled on the paper.

Camryn's expression darkened. "No," she insisted, "I'm worried it's a trap. You can't risk it