CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Beneath the nighttime skies, deep in the heart of the million-acre Olympic Park, Ilse watched as flashing security lights, like lightning bugs, illuminated the forest. The ATV grumbled beneath her, but slowly died as Sawyer skid to a halt and flicked off the engine. They'd made it from the police station in the sheriff's car, but the rest of the journey into the deep woods had been on back trails and newly cut paths, using the all-terrain vehicle.
Now, with dust kicking up, the low murmur of voices around them, Ilse's feet crunched into the thick detritus-laden ground. Paramedics moved through the entrance of a small hollow beneath a large root system from an ancient oak. If the tunnel entrance hadn't been illuminated by the flashlights of multiple detectives, Ilse wasn'
