CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
When Riley turned their RV off the highway, she found herself driving through deeper snow than she’d encountered before. However there were fresh tread marks left by other vehicles, so she was sure they’d find someone boondocking at Thorpe Overlook.
Would it be the killer they were looking for?
She carefully followed the treads. Soon the RV headlights picked up several RVs in an open area at the end of the narrow road.
This was obviously the overlook, but her spirits fell when she saw the boondockers. Her headlights fell on a couple of cars with trailers and three or four small campers. There weren’t any large motor homes in sight—nothing close to the size of a Class A vehicle.
Riley heaved a deep sigh.
It’s hopeless, she thought.
She was about to admit her failur
