The uneasy feelings had been building in her gut as soon as Duke had turned down the access road. Now, standing in front of the mailbox, they overwhelmed her. Breaking away from Duke, she staggered toward the mailbox and grabbed it. She traced her finger along the edges of the two birds that had been carved at the top of the mailbox. “This is what Scarlett saw.” He placed a hand against her back. “Are you ready to have a look?” “You’re not going to try to talk me out of it again?” “You’ve come this far. There’s no turning back.” Dragging in a breath, she leaned on her crutch. “Let’s go.” A path wended its way toward the cabin, which was a duplicate of the one down the road. The hunter had been right. His rental was in better shape, but this one hadn’t been abandoned. They approached the front door, which was no longer red, and Duke took the two steps in one long stride.
