CHAPTER FIFTEENMARCUS
DAY NINE
Dillon stopped. Marcus could see why. There were clear imprints of a truck that had driven off, then back onto the gravel logging road. He would bet his life it was the arsonist, logging crews stayed on the road. Dillon muttered. “Aw, f**k!”
Marcus growled. “What?”
“Taylor walked down there. Gimmie a sec.”
Marcus felt rage and fear burn in his chest. If Taylor had run into the arsonist, he might have taken her. Dillon must have been thinking the same thing as he said. “She walked back out. My guess is she saw the truck, went down to look, then came back here.”
Marcus was furious. “If she did that, then why the f**k didn’t she run like hell and call me?!”
Dillon grunted, eyes still fixed to the ground. “Can’t say, don’t know.” He raised his head and cou
