Chapter 21
With his night vision, Terrill could clearly see the path to the camp, though it was covered by loose brush in an obvious attempt at concealment. The fire probably couldn’t be seen from the road, because it was behind a lava outcropping beneath some old junipers.
Cans and bottles littered the area, but the camp itself was tidy, almost as if it was a nice outdoor retreat for tourists. Five raggedy men who were passing around a bottle of whiskey surrounded the campfire. They weren’t on guard, so they didn’t realize Terrill was there until he was almost on top of them.
If he had remained in the dark, they never would have seen him, but in the flickering firelight, his shape probably came in and out of focus, much as his consciousness did. The short hike to the light of the campf
