Chapter 2
“Should I have brought my truck?” Devin couldn’t help looking back down the narrow lane as the B&B disappeared from sight, swallowed by the towering pine trees. He felt as if he was never going to see it again.
“Is it a four-wheel drive?”
“Sure. A Toyota pickup.” They were walking in side-by-side ruts, up something Tiffany insisted on calling a road despite the deep grass and low brush that was growing between them. The woods were a profusion of thick trees, a half dozen kinds of conifers and a couple more leafy types—the only ones he recognized were maples and some variety of oak. The undergrowth was so thick he wondered if a machete would even be sufficient, though farther in, deep under the pines, the way looked passable, but not along this road/path/track into the wilderne
