Saturday. Sundown Forest, NY.
JAMIE CREPT FORWARD, DUCKING under the boughs of an older tree. The scent of damp, good earth was overlaid with a more alarming odor. That of gasoline. The closer they got to the mining facility, the stronger it got. This close he could even catch flashes of movement through the tree limbs up ahead. Whatever was going on, they'd upset the local birds who were flitting back-and-forth overhead making a ruckus.
He paused, tilted his head and strained to hear. Were those voices?
Tabby had pointed Diha at the old mining company and from there the pieces had fallen into place quickly. The facility had been closed for so long it wasn't part of regular records. Zora had to get the county clerk out of bed to dig out the paper blueprints for the place because few other mentions of it existed. If they hadn't lucked onto the tunnel, Abner would have gotten away totally free.