Chapter 3
The following afternoon, under the shade of the Chu’s willow tree beside the fishing pond, Travis enjoyed a late lunch with Jack and Min. Cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches and fresh blackberries with lemonade to wash it all down. Their three children—four-year-old son, Jong-Su, and twin two-year-old daughters, Hana and Mary—were currently running through a field of wildflowers, chasing butterflies with Niko.
Next to Travis, Jack whittled a square block of wood into a new shape. Looked like an animal. A cat, maybe. The muscles on his thick arms flexed every time he slid the carving knife across the wood and little flecks of it keep getting caught in the few days’ worth of dark scruff on his face.
“So, where’ve Decker and Scarlet been, then?” he asked as he worked. “Haven’t s
