Henry was right; Mitch thought that he could see a familiar dark figure through the trees. Even if it was just a trick of the eyes, he could feel his hair raise on the back of his neck; though he had no real sixth sense, he could swear he could sense Sal's presence nearby.
He was glad that Henry hadn't protested, and not because Mitch wanted to be some kind of hero or martyr about the situation. He liked to be trusted and treated like an adult, and he knew that he could handle this...