Chapter SevenThe flames reached the sky above. The intense heat melted the snow for twenty feet around the cabin. Monica looked on from the tree line, not wanting to give herself away. Three men, all dressed in hunting gear with rifles and packs watched the cabin burn. She couldn’t smell anything other than the burning wood, plastic, and synthetics that the blaze consumed. Her nose twitched, looking for any sign of Cavus and Kirk. What she didn’t smell was burning meat. Whatever happened, they weren’t in that cabin.
One of them turned to the tree line. He looked up and down before walking toward her. She sunk back into the shadows. Did he see me? A few steps into the woods he stopped, looked left and right, then unzipped his pants.
He wore a large knife around his belt, and set his rifle
