Chapter 26

They rode in silence down the mountainside and along the long, lonely country road until they reached the unpainted wooden building that they referred to and used as their lodge. Freya listened to the tires grind their way along the driveway that lead to the dirt packed parking lot that still showed remnants of the gravel that once coated its surface.  Her busy mind took in the crooked lines of the old building.  It looked as if it was ready to fall over.  In fact, at one point she’d made a joke about them hoping the three little pigs didn’t come to pay a visit because they’d huff and puff and blow it down.  Marcus’ response was to chuckle and remind her that the dilapidated building was packed full of big bad wolves so let the little piggies come to huff and puff if they wished.

It wasn’t until Freya spotted a middle-aged man of medium height leaning against the wall of the lodge while smoking a cigarette that Freya asked, &l