CHAPTER SIX
Camille was slightly unnerved by just how easy it was for her to find a sense of familiarity and peace to the unmarked back roads that wound through the rural and swamp-riddled areas of Louisiana. Dark stretches of pavement, some even without the white and yellow lines along the sides and center, leading deeper into forests so dense and dark green that it was almost like another world.
She and Palmer followed behind Humphrey, a black sedan tailing a Hen Creek patrol car. They'd been quiet for most of the ride, but the silence was broken when Palmer let out a deep sigh from behind the steering wheel.
"Something bothering you?" she asked, rolling her eyes at the dramatic nature of the sigh.
"I'm just wondering how pissed McCutcheon is going to be if this thing takes more than
