We finished hiking at dusk. But where was my future sister-in-law, Chloe? Fourteen women huddled, eager to start partying at Tootsie’s. I squinted back toward the trailhead. The woods were darkening. Few cars remained in the lot. I started to the park office when I heard her singsong voice, “Ladies! Look what I found!”
Chloe sashayed up, a scruffy backpacker on her arm. “Don’t tell your brother,” she winked at me. The two left in Chloe’s car.
My heart was thumping. Why did the guy look so familiar? I opened my phone and Googled ‘fugitive Franklin County.’ There. Wanted by FBI.