CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
One foot in front of the other, leaving curls of dust on the air behind her, Ilse made her way down the trail, through the dark. As she continued along, Ilse spotted no additional signs. No fabric, no bent branches, nothing she might have imagined as a sort of breadcrumb trail leading her through the night.
Perhaps she was on the wrong path, after all?
Ilse was ashamed to realize this thought filled her with a sense of huge relief. She didn't want to encounter the killer, didn't want to come across him in the dark woods while on her own.
But still, despite her fear, she took another step. Another.
And that's when she spotted it. Up ahead.
She paused at the end of a switchback, peering through low branches in the direction of the shed. The water tower itself was lit
