Chapter 46
They saw Yunderhall’s truck first. It was just parked there at the mouth of the old Finley Creek, taking up half the spaces. It was an older truck, a gas guzzler, and it was rough. Gene pulled in and jerked to a stop. Blocking the only way out for Yunderhall’s truck completely.
Kurt and her brothers hurried out.
Greer was nowhere to be seen. Kurt yanked open the back door, just knowing she wouldn’t be there. But maybe something to help. All he found was a bunch of trash. Fast food wrappers, mostly. It stunk. Rank.
The man was nowhere to be found.
“I have her cell phone. She was in this truck,” Guthrie said. “I don’t have a way to track her now. Not without her cell on her.”
There were a handful of trails that wove through the small wooded area they were in now. It was raining. There…in the dirt. “Footprints.”
Two pairs. Fresh. One was bigger than the other, wider.
Kurt started after them, aware of Gene telling his two younger brothers to take the two paths that wove to the left and the right. Kurt had been there before.
All of the trails ended up at the same place—the water’s edge.
He and Gene took the center one.