“I’m not sure the way now.”
Hunter patted Dimas’ shoulder. “I know my way around here.” He stepped around Dimas and walked through a small path through the pine trees and saw palmetto. Dew covered the ground. “Is this where it happened?” Hunter pivoted, trying to confirm this is where his stepdad lay.
“No, it was over here.” Dimas pointed. “There’s nothing to see here.” Dimas walked further away. “I don’t see anything.” Dimas brushed his foot over the grass, looking, scanning for anything that appeared out of the ordinary.
“Neither do I. This was a stupid idea,” Hunter sighed. They canvassed the area in silence, covering one end of the pine trees and then another. After several minutes, Hunter spoke. “We should head back. I don’t see anything that would help us. I know he’s dead. But not why?”
“Sorry, babe.” Dimas walked close to Hunter, and patted the top of Hunter’s back. Hunter turned and hugged Dimas.
“Let’s go,” They headed back but then heard voices.