CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
It was just after noon when Timbrook pulled her car into the thin dirt parking area in the field. It had been a bumpy and jostling ride up the mountain, most of it covering a little dirt track that had never seen any kind of state maintenance. There was only one other vehicle in the field when they arrived, an SUV that had probably had a much easier time making it up the bumpy road.
Mackenzie and Timbrook got out of the car and started to cover the thin stretch of dirt. There were no markers of any kind, no posts, struts, or even rustic wooden boards on the ground to indicate where visitors should park. It made it that much harder to determine where any recent traffic might have come to a stop.
“This is sort of a mess, huh?” Timbrook asked.
“It is. But luckily, it’s
