Book Two: Chapter 55

“You’re suggesting I go somewhere I’ve rarely been.” He frowned. “We can try, but to what avail?”

“I just need a few hours. If you can get me close enough to a payphone, I can make arrangements to get you somewhere where you can’t be tracked.”

“We can try. I have not met men who hunt as these ones do.” He took her down an old hunting trail and they crossed a river. The animals of the forest ignored their presence, and she walked mere feet away from a herd of deer that looked at her with Bigfoot and continued eating.

“Here.” This tree was buried in a thicket of thorns.

“Where does this go?”

“The Pine Barrens.” They crossed through together. Bigfoot stopped, his eyes on the trees around them. The Barrens were eerily quiet and he scanned the trees, his dark eyes along their tops.

“Are they here?”

“No. I do not come here anymore, for there are things in this world that even I fear. We are currently alone.” He visibly relaxed. “Let us find you yo