Chapter 43
Maggie Valley, NC
I DID A DOUBLE take; it was Bob Jones. “Aren’t you taking a bit of a risk coming here?” I said.
“Not really.”
“How’d you find the cabin?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of public records? They put official records on the computer here in the sticks just like everywhere else. How’d they find me in Brazil?”
“Pure dumb luck. We taped the Carnival parade but didn’t get around to looking at it for a couple of months. When we did, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. A cameraman decided to zoom in on the spectators and slowly pan their faces. I spotted you and turned the tape over to the FBI.”
“You shouldn’t have done that, George. Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Gone into Asheville.”
“How?” he said. “Your car is parked in the yard.”
“We leave that car up here
