CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

Trisha and Wilkes sat on a termite infested log of wood in the forest which shaded them from the dwindling scorch of the sun, watching the three contestants by the lake which was inviting, alluring and seductive all at the same time, even to them.

Unfortunately, to keep their status still hidden, they couldn't wash their bodies in the lake at that moment and even when the contestants left which they knew was going to be soon, they had to watch Harold as he and the others left the forest out into the hills specifically for Harold's safety, so there was absolutely no chance of them enjoying the calmness of the lake at all but for its relaxing sight as it washed up shore by about half a metre and returning to its main base seconds later. 

From where they were, they watched Derek sit on the sandy shore, staring into the sky, which was odd. It prompted Trisha and Wilkes to do the same thing so that perhaps they, too, could see what it was that had s