Page 66 of High Side
Okay. Okay, so she was…not with the truck. She couldn’t see the road from where she was. Surely she hadn’t been thrown that far. She’d worn her seatbelt.
Her phone. She needed her phone. If it wasn’t broken, she could call Brit. Liz. 911. Help. So she turned over to try to crawl up the embankment she’d gone down somehow, because her leg wasn’t gonna hold her.
Her phone wasn’t in her pocket, and it had been, so somehow it had flown out.
Or someone had taken it.
Shit.
She got her bearings once she was closer to the road, but there was no trace of the truck and raft trailer. So had someone, probably Josh, brought her out here to dump her? Okay. Okay, so she recognized that historical marker. She was about halfway between the river let out and the shed.
Which meant she was in the middle of freaking nowhere.
She wanted to cry, but she knew if she started, that it would be all over. She didn’t need to fall apart now. No, she needed to buck up and figure out how to get back home.
Hell, she’d heard a car go by. This wasn’t a deserted road by any means.
Right. She just had to get her messed up ass to the roadside and pray that it wasn’t Josh who found her. Surely he was on the run now, after what he did. It was one thing to fuck up rafts. It was another to try to kill someone.
She crawled the rest of the way up the embankment, pushing herself up to where the hill would flatten out into asphalt.
Breathing hard, she brushed glass off her as much as she could, then stopped to look at her leg. Whoa. Oh, man. That was swollen.
Okay. Okay, no freaking. She would handle this. Someone would stop. Someone had to help.
She rolled back to her knees and knelt up tall, trying to make herself easier to see. If asshole Josh shot her or something, so be it. She needed help.
The semi that came around the corner made her scream, and she tensed, waiting for the impact.
Man, if he blew her off the road, this was going to hurt.
* * *
Brittany paced.
She’d checked the cars. She’d checked the shed. Hell, she’d gone down and patrolled the dorms to make sure Josh hadn’t come for the rest of them.
Geoff hadn’t called. Kylie hadn’t called.
She was losing her mind.
Liz headed outside, a cigarette in her hand.
“You don’t smoke.”
Liz barked out a sharp laugh. “I don’t usually lose a daughter and have to tell her parents about it.”
“She’s going to be fine.” She might have said it through clenched teeth, but she had to believe it.
“She is. She has to be. Geoff found the truck, and they’re following trails.”
“Okay. Okay, so he took her? Or do they think she was thrown out of the truck?” Either possibility made her a little sick.
“There’s a blood trail leading from the truck. He took her.”
She swallowed hard. “I need to get out there.”
“Brittany—”
