Chapter 9

Although he was sure the other man had put away at least as many cold ones as he had, Zyl seemed to be stone sober. Without anything being said, the athletic man assumed the lead and headed unerringly back by the shortest and easiest route. In a vague corner of his mind, Carl wondered how his new friend had become so familiar with the area when he’d never seen the guy around before two nights ago.

They entered again through the gate they’d used before. Zyl waited to let Carl input the combination. It took him two tries because his fingers had gone a bit dyslexic on him. Finally he got it and they went in. Carl then headed toward his cottage, somehow not surprised when Zyl strolled along beside him. It felt right.