Over lunch, Court told Bree and Adam what they had found. He didn’t go into detail, but Bree grimaced in disgust. “Who’d do such a thing?” she asked.
Adam’s face paled, his eyes wide behind his glasses. “You don’t think he’s still around here somewhere, do you?”
Court hadn’t considered that. He looked over his shoulder at the dense woods. When they first stopped, the trees hadn’t seemed different from any of the hundreds of others they passed during their travels. But after discovering the victims hidden deep within these trees, Court thought they looked…menacing, maybe. When the wind blew through their leaves, the rustling sounded like conspiratorial whispers behind his back. He scooted around a little so he could keep the woods in the corner of his vision. Was whoever killed those camp
