Chapter 13
“Not quite what I was expecting,” Mark said, as Paul turned off the narrow dirt road that led up to the cabin, parking in a small cleared spot to one side.
“It’s not a hunting cabin, but it’s hardly a mansion either.”
Mark had to agree. While not large, the cabin did have two stories. And from what he could see from where they were parked, plenty of windows. There was a wide, partially covered deck around two sides of the redwood exterior.
When they got out of the car, Paul popped the trunk and they got their bags. Then he led the way up a short flight of steps to the front door and unlocked it. Cautioning Mark to wait, he went inside. A moment later he was back, saying the security system was now disarmed.
Wood-paneled walls and a hardwood floor were the first things Mark
