Olivia
I followed Josiah through a stand of young cedar. The trunks of the trees were straight and slender, and their fragrant bows brushed our faces as we slipped between them. We emerged into a small clearing, and stumbled onto an unexpected scene.
Elton was sitting in a collapsible camp chair near the center of the clearing. He was dressed in camo hunting gear. A sawed-off double-barreled shot gun was leaning against the chair on his right side, and on his left side sat Lynnette Coulier. At least I assumed it was the missing girl, because it really looked like the Swamp Thing was sitting in a camp chair with its hands and feet zip tied together. Her entire body was caked with mud, from the hair that was plastered to her head to the bottom of her small feet, only the whites of her
