Sometimes the past won't stay in the past.
Can a house disappear without a trace?
Emory and Jebbin are with an archeological dig on the shore of Sutton's Lake west of Twombly looking for a house that might only be a legend. Madison Twombly has plans to investigate a "super booze" being handed out at clandestine drinking parties. When the house is found it contains two mummified bodies. The parties stop because a young man is killed in a drunken duel. Emory and Madison realize there are connections between the hundred year old mummies and the current day crime. Sometimes the past won't stay in the past.
The house that was part of the inspiration for the story used to be located here.
It was on the right hand side of the levee in the photo, directly to the right of the tall trees that are alongside the road to "Twombly" in the far left of the photo. The driveway for the house and farmyard went between the two trees.
Jars of Clay - Flood
I listened to this song a lot while working on The Devil's Flood. Not when I was actually writing because I can't write with other words going on in the room. I love the mood it sets.
Especially the line: "Slowly I've become one with the mud."