CHAPTER 6
Maine looked at Orchid, and as one unit, they started into the trees. He’d been hesitating, because the chicken had freaked him out a little. A chicken. Maine wasn’t afraid of three-hundred-pound linebackers, but a five-pound chicken had given him anxiety.
He needed to pull himself together. Get his head in the game.
The air cooled out of the sun, and he jogged over to where Tanner stood, gazing at something. Maine could tell there was something not quite right about this area, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was.
Until he stood next to Tanner and realized he was looking at a house. Or what used to be a house. A crude treehouse. But still. A house. On this deserted island.
“There have been people here before,” he said as Orchid arrived, somewhat out of brea
