You never knew though, so they announced they were entering the premises. There was no response so the cautiously slid inside, entering a dim hallway ...illed with trash and smelling of piss and other, even less pleasant things. Straight ahead the hall split -- with a stairway on the left leading up while the right side continued on a bit with openings on the one side. It got darker the deeper into the house they went, since it was clear there was no electricity. They stopped and listened, trying. Someone had a police scanner with them when they were doing their camp cooking.She pulled the patrol car well off the road and headed in. She was going to catch that negligent camper red handed and give him the fine of his life at the very least. It was hard to see the smoke from inside the forest, but she knew the whole area well. She eventually found what she was looking for. There was a man there, a backpacker by his looks. There was no tent, just him and a small fire and a small cooking. The remainder of the drive passed without further excitement. Brian spent most of the time in the back of the van with Cindy. It was discovered from her driving license and other documents in her wallet, that her surname was Smith. She was aged twenty five and was a resident of Florida. When asked what she was doing so far from home, Cindy broke into a fresh outburst of tears. She had said nothing but 'no' since her abduction. She had been wearing a small gold Longines wrist-watch and big. ‘You made him up?’ ‘No-o. Well, not exactly.’ She grimaced as he began to laugh again. ‘He was real, and he was a friend, and we did do a lot of things together. And I had to pretend I was his girlfriend once. So I just thought–when Charlie asked me that question for what felt like the hundredth time–‘ ‘Lissy!’ ‘I know.’ She chewed her lower lip. ‘But he was always telling me about you and all of your girlfriends–‘ ‘Hey, there weren’t that many,’ he interjected, suddenly appearing as.