ISLAND IN THE SAND

Part XX

 

The trek through the whispering pines took more than an hour. Star made sure that they stopped along the way, every few yards, in order to reconnoiter and approach the building with extreme care. She couldn’t stop thinking about the pack just sitting there out front. Was it old or new? What could be in it, and why was it left in plain view. Had nobody been along who might have gone through it?