Chapter 46

It was almost dark when they neared what they agreed would be the last cabin of the day. A rutted dirt track was barely visible in the car’s headlights. Garry turned them off before starting down it, relying on the final vestiges of sunlight slanting through the trees to light the way. When the cabin came into view, he pulled the car onto a wide space off to one side, shut it off, and they approached the cabin on foot. It was larger than the previous ones they’d checked out, with a porch, and windows on either side of the front door.

“I know who owns this,” Carl said softly. “He’s a city guy who comes out here on vacation and during deer hunting season. Nice enough fella, if a bit high-and-mighty.”

Garry went first, this time, crossing the clearing to walk around the cabin. He returned moments later, saying, “Looks like someone used bolt cutters on the backdoor padlock. It’s hanging open on the hasp.”

“Maybe…?” Wylie replied as he started toward the rear of the cabin.