Chapter 41
The WarehouseThe morning chill had lost its edge and, with it, the fog that blanketed this area in the fall had burned off. The two seamen returned to their hotel rooms and doffed the heavier clothes, knowing that this afternoon would bring work and, with it, sweat.
They drove the identified route which took them down well-used roads, through factory areas, and into the farmland. At the foot of the hills, where the trees gathered more closely than on the plain, they turned right onto a rough gravel road and followed it for a few miles.
As the gravel gave way to dirt, the ruts in the road became more pronounced, and the men shifted side to side as the truck bucked with each exposed root and fallen branch that they drove over. Around a curve to the left and standing somewhat cl
