CHAPTER TWENTY
Ashley’s body juddered as she squeezed the passenger handholds on the rear of the four-wheeler, her knuckles turning white. It wasn’t hard to tell that this was Daniel’s first time piloting an ATV. They wove through the trees, seeming to hit every bump and rut on the forest floor. She hoped they didn’t have much further to go before they reached the cabin—if they reached the cabin. The way the agent drove, they might end up heading to the emergency room instead.
Daniel had acquired the location of the meeting place from Clay Grimes on a trade. After a TBI d**g dog sniffed out Clay’s goods hidden at the campground, his fingerprints all over the packages of crystal meth, the little cockroach had been eager to make a deal. Information in exchange for a lighter sentence.
Clay
