CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
11:28 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
Foscoe, North Carolina
For a moment, Luke didn’t think their car was going to make it.
The driveway was a steep dirt road, pockmarked and rutted, which wound uphill through dense woods—the trees were already barren for winter.
The road dead-ended at the cabin. Their car was a rental sedan—it wasn’t made for climbing. Somehow, it crested the hill and they parked it in the dusty dooryard—right next to the four-wheel drive, open-air Jeep already there.
Luke and Ed climbed out of the car and walked slowly toward the small cabin. It was fairly new, tidy, of log construction. Behind the house, a higher mountain gradually rose off in the distance. They stepped onto the front porch and approached the door. There was a modern doorbell with
