bobby
Visibility was pretty much non-existent on the forest road down to the power station. It was still raining heavily, and the truck’s tires complained about the slippery road the entire way. So, I drove slowly, even though our friends were in danger and needed rescuing. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Little did I know what awaited Tristan and me at the location where we found Ashton’s truck.
“There!” exclaimed Tristan, pointing at some lights in the woods. I slowed down and tried to pull to the shoulder safely. I had on my raincoat and gumboots as I got out of the car, prepared for the treacherous weather. I’d also told Tristan to be dressed and prepared for the wet. As soon as we got out of the car, we immediately knew something wasn’t right.
“Dane!” I shouted. “Ashton!” Tristan and I both had flashlights. I shone mine on Ashton’s car, sitting diagonally halfway down the slope against a tree, but Tristan looked at something near our vehicle.
“Bobby, check this out. I think there’s a second set of tire tracks here.”
I walked over to where Tristan stood a few feet away from me in front of the car and looked down at the ground. Sure enough, a distinct set of tire marks ran parallel to the road, going the same way as ours, which changed into slide marks. It was obviously where Ashton and Dane slid off the road. The ground was unstable. It began to give way on the shoulder underneath my boots. I moved more onto the road, and I saw the second set. These sets of tire tread marks ran at a ninety-degree angle to Ashton and Dane’s, making a giant letter T on the ground. Thankfully, the rain was easing, and the tracks were easier to see. I quickly took out my phone and snapped a few photos of the scene, including Ashton’s truck.
“This wasn’t Ashton and Dane’s truck, was it? It looks like someone else was here only recently,” said Tristan.
I grinned and nodded. “Correct. God, I love you.”
He chuckled. “Baby, you always confess your love at the oddest and most inconvenient of times. Not that I’m complaining.”
I blushed. “Sorry. Yes. But I just mean good observations. You’d make an excellent police officer. There was indeed someone else here. and there’s no sign of Ashton and Dane.” I looked at him. “I’m worried.”
“Me too,” he confessed.