Daniel slowed his steps, frustration creeping in. Had he imagined it? He turned in slow circles, scanning the endless trees, trying to spot something. Then he saw it. A structure, partially obscured by trees. His breath caught.
It was an old barn, its wooden planks warped with age, the roof sagging. But someone had been here recently—fresh tire tracks cut through the mud in front of it. A bad feeling coiled in his gut.