CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEChris helped me to my feet. With him following, I slid down the stream bank again. I led him to the low-hanging, twisted tree roots that had attracted my attention and lifted them aside. He reeled back at the odor and the flies. “Good God!” he said, swatting wildly.
“Take a look with your flashlight,” I said. “See the barrels? I think we have a problem here.”
Chris removed a red bandana from his pocket and held it over his nose. He scanned beneath the roots with the flashlight beam and nodded. “I’d say so. We need to do something. I’m going to notify the appropriate government officials about this. How’s that sound?”
“Like a good start. I’ll also drop a dime to the press. They’ll eat this up,” I said, silently gloating over the incidental payback I would get against Ar
