Gage reached over the back of the seat to shake Kegan awake. “We’re here, or at least we’re as close as we can get by car, according to Ash,” he said when Kegan sat up.
All Kegan could see was that they’d pulled off a narrow dirt road—which ended at the edge of a lake—to park under trees so dense with hanging Spanish moss that they hid the car from view. There was a rickety dock, at the edge of the lake, but no boat, that he could see. He said as much.
Ash told him not to worry. “If I left out where someone could find it, it could end up God only knows where. Wait here.” He disappeared into the trees, returning a few minutes later dragging what looked like a large, flat-bottomed canoe behind him.
“What the hell is that, and is it safe?” Gage asked, looking doubtful.
“It’s a pirogue, an
