CAMPSITE
She waited until late afternoon before driving over to the park. A bright orange sign posted at the entrance reminded her that the park officially closed at sundown, at which time the gates would be closed.
Dane checked her rearview mirrors to see if anyone followed her as she meandered through the denser part of the area where the campers were allowed to park. Her destination was the Buchanan River. More specifically, a particular little bend in the river where she and her family used to camp during the summer months when she was growing up. It was more isolated than the other sites. Plus she figured he’d need access to the fast flowing water. But just in case, she’d also added a couple of bottles of water to the stuffed backpack sitting on the passenger side floorboard.
A fam
