Gunney and Ron meticulously explored every side artery off Route 2. The first turn off wound through a Forest Service Campground past four occupied campsites. The rest were empty. No sign of Katie’s Subaru.
Driving over a bridge another road on their left led to a small parking area for hikers and fishermen. An access trail that skirted a stream. No car there.
Tumwater Falls was ahead with an adjacent visitor parking area. Gunney turned left to enter it. The headlights caught a Subaru Outback in its beams. “That’s Katie’s car.” Ron leapt from the Jeep before it fully stopped, running to the vehicle.
Gunney joined him. Both shone their flashlights into the interior. Empty, except for her knapsack and a cell phone lying on the console. The driver’s door unlocked. “This is
