Chapter Three
The wilderness camp on the other side of the island was both remote and odd. The cabins were pretty rough, with no heat, and the bathrooms had only cold water. The kitchen building operated mainly with a wood stove. Although it was kind of cool to visit, something about the place didn’t sit right with Mark Friessen, who took in the kids, the staff and counselors running the place. He had more questions than answers as he climbed out of his black Jeep TJ.
“Excuse me. You can’t be up here,” said a woman heading right for him down the grassy hill. She had dark hair pulled back and was wearing one of those wilderness T-shirts and blue jeans.
Mark pulled back his jean jacket to show his badge tucked into his waistband, as he could feel her getting ready to show him the road. “M
