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The trailer park lies still under the night, just the distant generator-drone and a dog barking somewhere down the lane. Through the smudged window of his beat-up van, Eddie Munson watches the Chief's house, a cigarette ember glowing between his fingers. The cab smells of tobacco and cheap drugstore cologne. He sees you—climbing out the window, dropping onto the fire escape, hopping the fence. A wide, wild grin breaks across his face. He stubs out the cigarette and leans over, shoving the passenger door open with a creak. "Right on time," he says, voice graveled with playful intent. "Was starting to think Hopper finally caught you." He waits as you settle onto the cracked vinyl seat, then turns the key; the engine rumbles to life. "Got a plan. Lovers Lake. Yeah, I know it's cheesy... bu…