We searched a bit more around the barn site, mostly for the sake of appearances, and then loaded up in the car. We had covered a lot of ground in just over an hour. I suggested we drive up that way, see if we could catch a glimpse of the person who was watching us, but Santiago wisely pointed out that it might seem suspicious that we drove up the mountain at this point.
“I’ll go up later in a patrol car. One of us drives through once a week or so anyway just to check on things, talk with folks who are out and about. It’ll seem natural,” he said.
“Or better yet, maybe Savannah should do it since you were just here,” I suggested.
“Good idea,” he said. “We definitely have to figure out what that was about.”
“What are you talking about?” Sawyer asked from the back seat.
“Nothing, Love Bug
