CHAPTER 93
The morning light was dancing along the top of Franconia Notch, but down here between the steep hills the trees held onto the darkness. Jeff sprinted as fast as his feet would allow. He ducked down as he ran, not that it would do anything, but it made him feel better.
He dove into the sugaring shack and Clarice slammed the door. It hadn’t been used in a long time. Dust lay thick on the long metal evaporator. Stacks and stacks of rusting steel pails filled one end of the room. Cases of gallon-sized steel cans were stacked along another.
Nowhere to hide. He turned around three times, felt like a paranoid dog unable to settle, but nothing was revealed. This was such a brilliant idea?
Mandy was squeezing back behind the evaporator, its long tray now sticky with dust rather than
