Chapter 10

What he focused on, however, was the flicker of light from within the depths of the old place. Why, of all places, would someone be inside? Clutching the pocketknife, Keston climbed out of the Sentra. His voice of reason told him to get back into the sedan and leave, forget his quest to find another soul in the forest, or to figure out where the Scotsman, Ness, lay his head.

For all I know he’s a maniac on the run and squatting in this squalor. His grip on the knife tightened. Waist high plants parted as he made his way slowly to the cabin.