Chapter 53
“So,” he said finally, “I’d been bound hand and foot and gagged in that tent for three days, when I heard something. I didn’t know what it was at first, but it turned out to be this guy slicing through the back wall of the tent with a knife.”
“How did you happen to do that, Mr. Quasar?” Metaxas said.
“I’d been on the road for three weeks at the time,” I said, “tracking down a bunch of heirs for a local law firm. I started in Pensacola, worked my way down the west coast to Naples, then up through the state to Orlando and on to Ormond Beach. My last stop was to be Marion County, so I took SR-40 from Ormond Beach to Silver Springs.”
“Why not Ocala?” Metaxas said.
“The woman for whom I was looking had a post office box address in Salt Springs. It’s surrounded by the Ocala National Forest, and the closest hotels were in Silver Springs.”
“Go on, please.”