“What’s going on back there?” Shingleton laughed. “The state police had a fit over what you pulled.” He stopped to chew into a sandwich. “Like you said, I waited in that field last night, and they showed up ten minutes after you climbed into the woods. They were sweet Jesus mad over you taking advantage of the little daylight you had left so you could chase after the kid and stay in the game. It surprised me they figured it out so fast what you were up to.”
