Chapter 11
Seattle had been an absolute b***h to get out of. Samuel had now been following a black Range Rover, the expensive kind, down an old logging road for what felt like forever. He’d been driving for hours, most of the day, but was now on a road with dust and gravel, hitting ruts, knowing there were likely a few chips and nicks now in his beautiful Beemer. Why the hell had Logan insisted on the middle of nowhere?
He looked for the fork in the road, staying to the left according to the directions Logan had given him to Ben’s fishing lodge. That Range Rover ahead of him in the distance was going the same way, and he realized it had to be Ben, his older brother, the former oil executive, who also hadn’t shown for his wedding and whom he hadn’t spoken to since. The Range Rover turned
