CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Because Whip Springs was less than half an hour from the bar that Al Traylor had chosen, Kate decided to pay Chester Black a visit despite the time. It was 9:47 when they came to the dirt road that led back to a small cluster of mobile homes. DeMarco had put a call in to Palmetto to get the address, only to hear Palmetto laughing. He wasn’t able to give an actual address, but plenty of detail in his directions.
“He says if you fall off the face of the Earth, we’ve gone too far,” DeMarco commented as Kate turned the car onto the dirt road.
Several feet down the road, they came to a small iron square sitting up on a post. The box contained six smaller boxes inside of it, each listed with a last name. It was a crude little PO box of sorts, apparently so the mail carrie
