“The searchers yesterday hadn’t exercised any care in preserving the area as it had been; they’d obliterated the tire marks and trampled the underbrush along both sides. Maybe it didn’t matter—there hadn’t been much evidence to begin with—but it angered me just the same. I pointed out the spot to Runyon where the mystery vehicle had been parked, the place where I’d found Kerry’s hat. I didn’t expect him to feel the same negative vibes I had; if he did, he didn’t say anything about it and I didn’...t mention it. But I had the crawly, gut-wrenching sensations again, just as strong, if not stronger. They built a loathing in me for this damn road. Too much time spent here the past two days. Jake prowled around for a time, not looking for anything specific, just getting a feel for the area. Then he went back to stand on the grassy verge. When I joined him, he said, “Where does this road lead?” “Up over the ridge someplace.” “Outlet on the other end?” “According to the deputy, no.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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