The Trip Through The Woods

The Bodies

We pack up our camper and leave early but we are stopped at the gate. No-one can leave until the killer is caught. Besides, they need to question me.
The police bring me into a quiet room of the check-in building. They ask me all sorts of questions. They must not want to put me in shock. They don't even do a cognitive interview! The air is still and hot and I am very sweaty. They release me, and say the killer is caught.