Saturday, June 23, 2007 Heron Island, British Columbia, Canada So much of my energy was going into just staying upright and moving slowly forward that it wasn’t until I spotted my mailbox-bank coming, five or six hundred meters up ahead on the left, that I realized I not only was going to make it, but had nearly done so. I lit my watch and saw it was after 1:00 AM. I’d done a twenty-minute walk in a little over three hours. Much too late, I put my attention on the question of how I was going to approach Jesse’s hiding place in Doug’s barn without scaring the mortal shit out of him. Then I changed my mind. Reuniting with my son was second priority. First, I needed to know if he was busy, just now. For all I knew, Agent Pitt was even now inside my house or my office, tossing the place, and Jesse was watching from a place of concealment. Or, knowing him, skulking along outside the house, ducking when he came to windows, following the sound of Pitt’s footsteps.
