CHAPTER FOURAmbrose Decker
Saturday was so beautiful that even Ambrose was impressed. The sky was a fragile shade of blue, and the sun was warm without being hot. The air smelled like vanilla from the great fir trees, as they approached the knees of the hills above Silverton.
In the back of the van, Rosa’s children were kneeling on the seats, looking at everything with vocal excitement. Their parents’ efforts to keep them strapped in were fruitless, and they bobbed from side to side like popcorn. Theirs was the classic picture of an innocent family outing, and Ambrose felt quite satisfied. It was perfect cover for his project.
The road hair-pinned upward into the hills. Silver Creek glinted below, farther down at every bend until it was a shining thread at the bottom of the rough inclin
