Chapter 7
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
The narrow service road dead-ended into the remote forest. The avalanche had blocked the only road out. One side of the dirt path abutted a sharp, vertical mountain; the other side dropped off onto an impossible cliff.
“We’ll have to climb. There’s no other way,” Noshi said…
Northern California, Present Time
Maggie entered the interview room. Robert Jenkins paced, deep in profound conversation with himself. He was lanky and looked old for his age, with a mess of blonde hair that fell into his eyes. He smelled of urine, wood ash, and stale perspiration. It had been a long while since he’d bathed or washed his clothes, but he had shaven and his hands were clean.
“Mr. Jenkins, I’m Maggie Sloan. I’m here to ask you a few questions. May I call you
