CHAPTER NINETEEN
Camille thought the Eastman Nature Reserve looked like a poor man's Everglades. At first glance, it consisted of nothing more than a thin, two lane road that crept up to a small security gate. When she flashed her badge at the man in the security cabin, he seemed confused.
"Who are you her to speak to?" the man asked.
"Anyone in charge," Camille said. "Can you point us to anyone in particular?"
Still looking a little off his game, the guard finally gave an answer. "That'll be Ginny Nettle. You'll find her in the office attached to the visitor's center. About another mile and a half down this road."
He nodded to them as he pushed a button that lifted the old, iron rail that served as a gate across the road. As Camille drove the car through, Palmer looked into the rearv
