CHAPTER THIRTY
His walking stick. Dr. Steven’s walking stick. Score. That was a prime find.
What else was in the closet? Old straw hat.
Lots of straps. Ropes. One still appeared muddy.
Noell’s imagination went wild with that. Fear prickled down her back. Had he been tying himself to something—a tree or rock beside the pool so he wouldn’t drown?
She shivered. Goosebumps again.
She stepped away from the closet, still holding onto one strap. She shook her hand free and brushed her hands together. Something in her wanted to slam the closet door shut and run out of the camper, never to enter it again.
Sanitizer. Sanitizer.
Too late.
A kaleidoscope of colors and scenes rotated in her mind. Memories overlaid water movement.
Unfamiliar settings and faces. Exotic buildings. Spicy smells a
