HERE! PREHISTORIC GARDENS IN Oregon’s RAIN FOREST
“See the gift shop? You can ride out the storm there.”
He pulled up next to a goofy-looking T-rex statue and came to a stop. “Unless of course you want to forget all this nonsense and just come with me. Because this is it; this is my last stop. After this, it’s northeast to Montana, where I hear there’s a settlement. But I can drop you in Granger along the way.”
I opened the passenger-side door but paused, looking at him around Jesse. “This friend of yours—in Wolf Creek. He might just as well be alive as dead or vanished—huh?”
Hodge didn’t say anything; only rummaged around behind his seat.
“Is it nonsense to want to find out which one?”
He dug out a black, hard-plastic case and handed it to Jesse; the weight of which lowered his arms
