Chapter Eleven
He had been following a black Range Rover, the expensive kind, down an old logging road for what felt like forever. Soon he realized, as he followed the fork in the road, staying to the left—according to the directions Logan had given him to Ben’s fishing lodge—that the Range Rover was going to the same place.
As he followed who, he realized, had to be Ben, his older brother and a former oil executive, the road opened onto a secluded paradise and what looked to be a five thousand square foot cabin-style lodge that had two levels, with balconies running across the entire second story. But the gem that had Samuel pausing was the fact that this property sat in front of its own private lake.
Wow. Paradise.
There were already two other vehicles there: Logan’s piece of s**t Je
