Nobody trusted Vanessa. Not anymore. Maybe not ever. But she sat at the clubhouse table wrapped in a clean blanket while Heath finished checking her injuries and every member who walked into the room looked at her before looking away again.
Nobody welcomed her back and nobody thanked her for the information.
The silence said enough and I stood beside the evidence board with my arms folded while Casey carefully copied the map Vanessa had drawn from memory onto a larger chart and he glanced toward her.
“You’re sure about this road?” Casey asked.
“As sure as I can be.” She nodded.
“And this entrance?” Casey asked marking another line.
“They used it twice while I was there.” She said.
I watched her face and even though she looked exhausted and frightened, she also looked like some
