Chapter 21

All Kegan could see was that they’d pulled off a narrow dirt road—which ended at the edge of a lake—to park under trees so dense with hanging Spanish moss that they hid the car from view. There was a rickety dock, at the edge of the lake, but no boat, that he could see. He said as much.

Ash told him not to worry. “If I left out where someone could find it, it could end up God only knows where. Wait here.” He disappeared into the trees, returning a few minutes later dragging what looked like a large, flat-bottomed canoe behind him.

“What the hell is that, and is it safe?” Gage asked, looking doubtful.

“It’s a pirogue, and it’s damned safe. It’s also the only way to navigate through the bayou to my place.”

“Where are the oars?”

“We don’t need no stinking oars. We use a pole,” Ash told him. “Or rather, I do, since I know what I’m doing and where we’re going.” He slid the pirogue into the water, tying it off at the dock while they put their gear into it.