Later sitting by the fire with a cup of coffee and rations in hand, she pulled the notebook out to examine its contents. Most of the writing belonged to Roland and outlined their progress in delightful detail. However, there were additions in the margins in an unknown handwriting. The more she read the more frustrated she became because, without context, there was nothing to glean from what she considered incoherent ramblings.
Uppermost in her mind who was responsible for hiding it and when. That she had accidentally found the notebook defied all odds and seemed unimaginable that someone else planted the book hoping it would be found after adding their own scribbles to it. If on the other hand, the additions were added in Roland and Jackson’s presence, then it wouldn’t be long before someone might want to use the notebook again. How would they react when they found out it was missing?
She wasn’t surprised when Nigel appeared, it was only a matter of time. After thoughtfully calling out before making his presence known so he wouldn’t startle her he joined her beside the campfire. She straightened, turned and stared him down.
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She offered up some leftover rations and coffee which he gratefully accepted and dug hungrily into after which he shared his trail mix. They sat together taking turns tending the fire until it was quite late while silently sparring with one another.
June rose and rinsed out her dirty dishes, stacking then neatly for the morning while leaving Nigel to do the same. She tended the fire one last time before dragging her sleeping bag out to lay it beside the fire, crawled in with a nod and a mumbled “good night”. Nigel nodded in return choosing to sit a while longer.
Nigel loved tracking and was exceptionally good at it, not that tracking June was difficult since she wasn’t trying to hide her where-about and it gave him detailed insight into her capabilities. She was obviously adeptly skilled hiker and showed care in her search while keeping a steady pace covering mile after mile.
He’d tackle the situation in the morning although he’d already made his decision. Trekking together would ensure her safety since it gave him the opportunity to keep a watchful eye on her. Considering all he’d learned about the missing men, their family and their abilities, he couldn’t shake the feeling this was more than a missing person case; something else was at play here. Sticking her pretty little nose in could potentially put her in harm’s way or create another target, something he’d rather not see that happen.