head.”
“The alligator? Like in your dream?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand, Purdue.”
“It was a man who did it, but when I see him in my head, I don’t see a person. All I see is the alligator. A white alligator.”
“Okay,” Lisa said, although she didn’t know exactly what the boy meant. “Tell me more. What happened after that?”
“The old man came down to the water. He saw me there. He called for the others, and they dragged me back to the tree. They sat me down on the ground, and that was where I found the bullet. I just held on to it.”
“But you don’t know where you were?”
Purdue shook his head. “No.”
“How did you get there? How did you find these men?”
“I don’t know that, either. I was just there. I don’t know where I came from.”
“And then what happened?”
“Kill the boy.”
“Who said that? The red-haired man? Liam?”
“No. The old man.”
Lisa briefly closed her eyes. “Did they hurt you?”
“I think they hit me with something. That’s when I stopped remembering things. It’s like I fell asleep and didn’t wake up. Not until I was inthe back of the truck.” He gave her another serious stare. “I don’t want to go back there, Lisa.”
“You won’t.”
They reached the end of the wooded trail. Her pickup was waiting for them in the middle of a grassy camping area studded with fire pits and picnic benches. Glimpses of the lake came and went behind the trees. No one else was around, just birds flitting through the branches and a few squirrels playing a game of chase. She and Purdue had already eaten lunch, and there was nothing to do now but wait. Wait for Will to call. Wait for someone who could lead them out of this nightmare.
A torture scene in the woods. A murder.
And a boy who could only remember fragments of what he’d seen.
She opened the door of the pickup, and Purdue climbed inside. Before she closed the door, she told him, “Stay here. I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, Lisa.”
She shut the door with the boy inside. She checked the area again to make sure they were alone, and then she headed across the campground to a primitive toilet fifty yards away. It was just a portable plastic unit that gave off a foul smell when she opened the door. She wasn’t inside long. Not even a couple of minutes. She heard nothing while she was there, just the tap of rain on the roof of the toilet drowning out all the other sounds around her. When she came out, her gaze automatically went straight to her pickup, and her heart skipped a beat.
The passenger door hung open. The seat was empty.
“Purdue!”
Lisa sprinted for the truck. She skidded to a stop on the wet grass and dove inside to see if the boy was hiding in the pickup. She checked the rear seat and then the flatbed, but he wasn’t there. Frantic, she got out and surveyed the campground. She eyed a bare patch of dirt near the truck that was mostly mud. There, she saw two sets of footprints, both running away toward the path that led to the lake. One set wassmall. A boy’s tracks. The other was larger and obviously belonged to a man.
Purdue was being chased.
Lisa unzipped the pocket of her white vest. She took out her Ruger and then loaded it with the clip. She kept the gun in her hand as she ran toward the lake, following the footprints. They led her to a dense patch of forest where the trees grew thick and dark and overgrown brush encroached on the trail. The mud turned to brown grass, and the tracks that were guiding her disappeared. As the wind blew, colored leaves floated in the air. She slowed, shifting her gaze to peer into the woods on both sides. Her breathing came fast, but she tried to hold it in to listen. She walked slowly now, step by step. The sweat on her hand made the butt of the gun slippery.
The trail broke from the woods near a sheltered section of the lake, a little inlet where a field of cattails grew out of the water. She saw a
“The alligator? Like in your dream?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand, Purdue.”
“It was a man who did it, but when I see him in my head, I don’t see a person. All I see is the alligator. A white alligator.”
“Okay,” Lisa said, although she didn’t know exactly what the boy meant. “Tell me more. What happened after that?”
“The old man came down to the water. He saw me there. He called for the others, and they dragged me back to the tree. They sat me down on the ground, and that was where I found the bullet. I just held on to it.”
“But you don’t know where you were?”
Purdue shook his head. “No.”
“How did you get there? How did you find these men?”
“I don’t know that, either. I was just there. I don’t know where I came from.”
“And then what happened?”
“Kill the boy.”
“Who said that? The red-haired man? Liam?”
“No. The old man.”
Lisa briefly closed her eyes. “Did they hurt you?”
“I think they hit me with something. That’s when I stopped remembering things. It’s like I fell asleep and didn’t wake up. Not until I was inthe back of the truck.” He gave her another serious stare. “I don’t want to go back there, Lisa.”
“You won’t.”
They reached the end of the wooded trail. Her pickup was waiting for them in the middle of a grassy camping area studded with fire pits and picnic benches. Glimpses of the lake came and went behind the trees. No one else was around, just birds flitting through the branches and a few squirrels playing a game of chase. She and Purdue had already eaten lunch, and there was nothing to do now but wait. Wait for Will to call. Wait for someone who could lead them out of this nightmare.
A torture scene in the woods. A murder.
And a boy who could only remember fragments of what he’d seen.
She opened the door of the pickup, and Purdue climbed inside. Before she closed the door, she told him, “Stay here. I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, Lisa.”
She shut the door with the boy inside. She checked the area again to make sure they were alone, and then she headed across the campground to a primitive toilet fifty yards away. It was just a portable plastic unit that gave off a foul smell when she opened the door. She wasn’t inside long. Not even a couple of minutes. She heard nothing while she was there, just the tap of rain on the roof of the toilet drowning out all the other sounds around her. When she came out, her gaze automatically went straight to her pickup, and her heart skipped a beat.
The passenger door hung open. The seat was empty.
“Purdue!”
Lisa sprinted for the truck. She skidded to a stop on the wet grass and dove inside to see if the boy was hiding in the pickup. She checked the rear seat and then the flatbed, but he wasn’t there. Frantic, she got out and surveyed the campground. She eyed a bare patch of dirt near the truck that was mostly mud. There, she saw two sets of footprints, both running away toward the path that led to the lake. One set wassmall. A boy’s tracks. The other was larger and obviously belonged to a man.
Purdue was being chased.
Lisa unzipped the pocket of her white vest. She took out her Ruger and then loaded it with the clip. She kept the gun in her hand as she ran toward the lake, following the footprints. They led her to a dense patch of forest where the trees grew thick and dark and overgrown brush encroached on the trail. The mud turned to brown grass, and the tracks that were guiding her disappeared. As the wind blew, colored leaves floated in the air. She slowed, shifting her gaze to peer into the woods on both sides. Her breathing came fast, but she tried to hold it in to listen. She walked slowly now, step by step. The sweat on her hand made the butt of the gun slippery.
The trail broke from the woods near a sheltered section of the lake, a little inlet where a field of cattails grew out of the water. She saw a
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