Chapter Nine
It was pitch black outside as Mark sat in the back of the club cab pickup. He knew it was close to midnight, but he didn’t have a clue where they were. Somewhere in Idaho, the middle of f*****g nowhere.
“So how much farther?” he said to the man behind the wheel, who wore a wool pullover and jeans. He was pretty sure he was military, but which branch, he didn’t know. What was his name again, Gopher?
“A couple miles. So I heard you have a pregnant wife. How many kids?” It was the other guy in the passenger side who’d spoken. He had dark hair, wavy, with a scar on his left cheek, and he had quite the twang. He was older, around Mark’s dad’s age. Jasper Roberts was his name, Mark knew from the brief meeting when he’d stepped off the float plane that had docked at a lake. It rea
