Hayes had put a closed sign at the entrance of the campground before driving in. He didn’t want to be disturbed at his work. While Willow took care of her bodily functions, the sight of the pit toilet had cleared her head more than the ammonia, he thought with a grin, he unloaded their gear and moved it to a safe distance from the truck.
Copeland was still out. Hayes had made sure Copeland would be, just as he made sure he kept the dosage below lethal. It wouldn’t be as fun to kill him this way, without him knowing who had taken him out, but he didn’t want any trouble with the bastard. Not in front of Willow. This would be her first kill. He wanted her to enjoy it.
With luck, Copeland’s body would buy them the time they needed to make their climb, then their getaway to a new life.
Hayes
