-Caleb- All things being equal, I’d have rather been back at the motel having sex therapy with Jocelyn. As it was, I was now sitting at a table across from Pierson, who had taken out a recording device and a notepad. “Mr. Killeen, do you mind if I record this conversation?” Pierson asked. “Go rig
“Well, hopefully the Mounties will be able to find these loggers. I take it you didn’t stay exposed on the shoreline?” Pierson continued. “No. We decided we needed to get to shelter. That’s how the trouble started. We found one of those cabins that Jacey once told me were ‘grandfathered in’ by the
I nodded. “Yes, sir.” “I’m just going to go make some calls and interview Miss Collins. You sit tight. I’m filing this report with the district attorney, but I honestly don’t see it going anywhere. I’ll probably know within the hour, okay?” Pierson said kindly. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Pierso
-Jacey- The boat skimmed over the water as Caleb and I sat on the middle seat. There was a conservation officer in front of us and two Mounties behind in the boat. A helicopter had been thrown around as an idea, but ultimately, the Mounties hadn’t wanted to scare the loggers off. The conservation
“Good thinking, son, but the landlubber is right. We’re not going to be able to see that from behind the rest of the rocks here,” the conservation officer said. “Thanks,” the landlubber in question grumbled. The conservation officer navigated the boat close to one shoreline, bumping the nose betwe
“Okay,” Caleb said, taking the walkie-talkie. The two Mounties walked slowly into the trees, following clues only they could see. Caleb sat down on a bed of pine needles and gestured for me to sit in his lap. I did and curled my head under his chin. Caleb kissed my hair and took both my hands, th
-Jacey- We stopped before nightfall, as even the conservation officer wasn’t stupid enough to go zipping around the lake without the aid of daylight. Ironically, we ended up at our old campground. It was empty now, but at least there was the fire pit where Girard started a fire. “I’d suggest getti
Girard just looked at us, his eyebrows now hitting his hairline. “You really did knock up your sister.” Caleb sighed but did not bother to correct them this time. He seemed to relax a little as I rubbed his back. “Your parents must be so proud,” Jacob wheezed. “Yeah. Extremely,” Caleb deadpanned.