“We’re dispatching a deputy now. Officers will be there within twenty minutes. Sir, how far out are you?”
“I’m two and a half hours away,” Robert replied, his voice tight.
“Please drive safely.”
The words were meant to reassure him, but Robert knew better. He could hear the worry in the dispatcher’s voice. Something had gone terribly wrong.
As he neared Route 47, the road leading to the cabin, his worst fears were realized. A sea of flashing red and blue lights illuminated the darkening forest. There were sheriff’s vehicles. Ambulances. And then, a white van. The unmistakable van of the county medical examiner.
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