I'm leaning back against the trunk with my legs resting along the branch. It seems like those guys found something worth follow up and I might be here for a while. I quickly look to the lower branches of the tree to confirm that I won't be able to climb down. The lowest branches are too high from the ground for me to get down and run. I also don't have shoes on.
I am trying to think of what they may have found. I'm wondering if the men were given my scent and if they had a good enough sense of smell to get a whiff, but that seems unlikely. I run through the last few days in my head and it hits me. My notes slid into the pages of the book still sitting on the island. I got my clothes out but that paper and the book would still have a lingering scent and now that Roddy's there, he can confi
