The drive to the old lake cottage was completely quiet. Harrison kept his eyes fixed on the narrow dirt road, his large hands gripping the steering wheel of the plain gray car with steady pressure.
The morning sun was getting higher in the sky, baking the damp earth outside and making a light mist rise from the wet grass.
In the back seat, Anna sat silently, her eyes scanning the thick trees passing by them, her hand resting casually near her waist where her weapon was hidden.
Julius sat in the passenger seat, his eyes glued to the window. The trees and old wooden fence posts looked incredibly familiar now.
"We are almost there," Julius said, his voice quiet in the small space of the car. He pointed toward a small, overgrown path just ahead. "Take a left right after that big pine tree. The cottage is just over the hill."
