“They look like extras in a Michael Bay movie,” Mac quipped.One Suburban was for them, which Mac quickly drove to the north side of Lake Seneca, through a large stone arch with Lake Seneca Lodge engraved in the stone, underneath which hung a wood carved sign announcing it as the summer home of the American Academic Honor Society. Through the arch, Mac drove down a long tree-lined drive that emerged into a large open area with the road splitting the manicured lawn and eventually circling in front of the large lodge. As Mac hopped out of the SUV, he could see the small dorms set back into the woods as well as the deep blue waters of Lake Seneca.A woman who looked to be in her mid to late forties, a white golf shirt with an AAHS logo and long tan cargo shorts came quickly down the steps, extending her hand. “I’m Alice Walton, the executive director of the camp. Please come inside.”Mac and Wire followed Walton inside the main lodge entrance, straight through a large seating area of couches and chairs and past a large stone fireplace soaring high into the dark timbers of the rafters.
