Chapter 106

TYSON

The three of us piled into my G Wagon, and made the hour drive to Prudhoe Bay, where Trav's mate was staying. We had built up housing there for the rig workers, and my family kept a couple of nicer, slightly larger units for ourselves, one of which was currently being occupied by Sara.

As soon as we parked and stepped out, we all simultaneously began audibly sniffing, catching whiffs of what was very clearly Grandpa's blood. We followed the scent, the strong wind making it impossible to miss as it blew it our way. After following the smell for about a quarter mile, a trail of blood appeared, very clearly his. We looked up and, in the distance, was an olive green Toyota Sequoia, the same car that my grandfather drove.

We rushed over to find it partially submerged in one of the many bodies of water that peppered the North Slope.

"What the fuck?" I gasped.

"Tyce, Trav, help me pull it onto land," my dad commanded, getting a grip of the front bumper. Trav got a grip in the midd