Ten minutes later, Mike was parked in the parking lot where Carly and Jenny’s cars had been recovered. Through the windshield of his truck, he gazed at the forest ahead of him. The clouds were rolling in from the ocean, making it another dreary, overcast day, which was typical of the weather for the area. The parking lot was empty, leaving Mike to summarize that other would-be visitors had looked at the weather forecast before deciding to venture out. Turning off the engine, he sat in his car for several minutes looking out at the thick line of trees in front of him.
“Sometimes I think I need my head examined,” he muttered under his breath, even as he reached for the dark brown jacket lying underneath Charlie on the seat next to him. Mike grinned when a cold nose pushed against his hand.
