CHAPTER
31
It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Even though I’d already seen the painted rock in the photo, a little shudder forked through me when the hideous face jumped into view. What kind of mind would create something so repulsive? The black empty sockets set against the white face seemed to stare right through me and the twisted, demonic smile raised a host of goose bumps on my arms. And the really disquieting fact was that it looked freshly painted. Sick. The Hinkles were definitely sick.
NO ENTRY! PRIVATE PROPERTY, NO TRESPASSING! VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED!
According to Harvel, the distance to the old mine entrance at the top of the rocky mound was less than a mile from the gate. I’d best not waste a minute.
Serenaded by the song of the relentl
