Chapter 40: Time to LeaveLorenz bent down and inspected where the man had been. He nodded with satisfaction as his finger air traced where the man had shifted positions. The place was perfect for watching any incoming and outgoing traffic at the MacDonald Lodge or the out buildings, but the trees, hillocks, and the rock formations of the mountain hid most of the complex. The man was close, no more than several yards ahead. He knew it, he could sense it. Why was someone spying on the MacDonald Lodge? They'd been here so long the locals ignored them. Lorenz doubted that this man was local. The prints said shoes, not the boots or heavy brogans worn in the mountains. Plus, locals only came into this area to hunt, and hunting season wasn't until fall. It was one of the reasons they had chosen t
