In a rare stroke of good luck, the rain fell mild over the course of their trip, and no one else seemed to have traversed these roads in months. Though their early clues relied on campsite garbage and eyewitness reports, they now followed tire tracks.
At a crossroads, the couple realized they weren’t the only ones interested. Accompanying the trail, fresh footprints disrupted the mud. Dozens of people, maybe closer to forty. They came from the west and, upon spying the same tire marks that signaled Kenna’s presence, began to follow them northward. It had to be less than half a day that the group came through. On foot, it was unlikely they would catch up to his daughter any time soon, but if the SUV broke down or ran out of gas—
—And, having no other way to track her, there was a good cha
