Page 103 of Walking Red Flag

“Oh.” Hazel paused. “I might’ve messed up.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

I looked over at Artur who was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel restlessly.

We’d been sitting at the airport for an hour now, and we were both more than ready to leave.

Yet, Artur hadn’t complained one bit.

He was, by far, one of the favorite guards that Shasha assigned to me. Mostly because he was pretty chill and didn’t much care what I did or where I went as long as he got fed along the way.

But we were going on hour six of no food for him, and I was fairly sure he was about to perish.

“I might’ve had an alcoholic beverage, and can’t drive now,” Hazel admitted. “I got a drink with breakfast, and I didn’t realize that it was a real mimosa until I was about three in and feeling fiiiinnnne.”

I gritted my teeth and said, “Okay. Well, I guess that I can just meet you at the cabin. How will you get there if you’re inebriated? Want a ride?”

“Oh, no. I have a ride. I’m not too far from the cabin really, either.”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the GPS that was hooked up and saying we had a two-hour drive on our hands.

God.

Why did she act like this?

“Okay,” I said. “Well, then I’ll meet you at the cabin.”

Artur didn’t wait for me to finish before he was driving out of the underground parking garage.

The first view of the mountains was breathtaking.

Luckily, the phone call cut off when we got too far away from the Wi-Fi, making me not be able to yell at Hazel for her rudeness.

Instead, I sent out a text to Cutter, using iPhone’s new satellite texting technology when you have no service, and admired the view.

I didn’t say a word when Artur pulled into the first drive through he got to, which luckily was Chick-Fil-A.

We were both sipping on sweet teas when we got our first view of Glacier National Park.

“Oh my god,” I breathed. “This is breathtaking.”

“Yeah it is,” Artur said. “Nothin’ like the Smokies, huh?”

“Agreed.”

We arrived at the cabin an hour later, and I couldn’t believe the place that Shasha had scored.

It was big enough to fit ten people easily, so fitting three would be no problem.

I inputted the code, and the first thing I saw upon entering was shit.

Like a lot of it.

There were bottles on every available surface, some empty, some full and opened.

All of them liquor of some kind.

Artur, who’d preceded me into the cabin, walked around with a look of disbelief on his face.

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