I think there is nothing creepier than a deserted amusement park. And I am not talking about Disney World here either. I am talking about the one that is kind of like a permanent carnival. It has maybe 35 rides, some concessions and everything looks like it is 40 years old and about to fall apart.

Which is why I couldn’t understand why Jeff wanted to meet at Callaway Park outside of Calgary. The place was like looking in a funhouse mirror even when it was occupied, but at night, no lights and empty – spooky.

The place has one roller coaster – a tiny green thing that wouldn’t have scared my dog. We were supposed to meet under that thing.

Maybe that is why he picked it. I mean the whole point was probably to put me off a little, make me a bit anxious. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jeff had showed up in a clown suit.

I took a quick look at my watch and realized it was about time. Seriously all I really wanted to do was get this business done and get the hell out of here.