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“We might not make it out of here, but I have to keep fighting,” she said. “I can’t let this bastard win by giving up.”
“Then, let’s not waste any more time,” he said. They were losing sunlight. This place might be confusing during the day, but it would only get worse at night.
“Hey, guys,” Lee said. They turned to catch him staring at his phone. “I have half a bar.”
“Can you send out an SOS?” Rochelle asked.
Lee cursed. “Just lost it.”
“Try anyway,” Camden said. “Let the sheriff know that we just saw a drone, have the victims and multiple injuries. Tell him that we’re heading back to the crime scene.”
The message may or may not go through, but Rochelle was right. They had to try.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“When we get out of here, we need to have a conversation,” Camden said to Rochelle. Her heart skipped a couple of beats at the intensity in his beautiful eyes as he said those words.
He was right. They needed to talk.
“I was thinking the same thing,” she admitted.
“Okay, then,” he said.
“Can you lift the deputy?” she asked.
“Cover me,” he said to her before bringing a hand up to touch her face. His touch was so tender, it caused goose bumps to run up and down her arms. With a look of resolve, he turned toward Lee, walked over, and then picked the deputy up fireman-style.
Lee grunted in pain.
They needed to hurry.
“How did you know it was Kage?” he whispered.
“Blue flannel,” she said.
“Asher is wearing the dark hoodie,” he said.
She nodded as the caravan of seven moved toward eventual freedom. If they could make it back in time.
A buzz overhead revealed a drone that skipped right on by without pausing. Rochelle didn’t want to take it as a bad sign. It was almost dark, and she couldn’t be certain they were going in the right direction toward the trailer.
“I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours out here,” Kage finally spoke up. “We should be on the right path.”
“Do you know how long before we make it back?” she asked, lowering her voice.
“Another thirty to forty-five minutes, if I had to guess.”
The timeline wasn’t reassuring. Deputy Lee might bleed out before then. The strain on Benny’s face said there was no way he could carry Justina much longer, not to mention Kage and Camden. Should they stop and take a break? Or keep marching ahead?
Commotion ahead caught her attention. She put up a hand. Everyone stilled. Were they sitting ducks?
Rochelle drew her weapon and motioned for everyone to wait. She headed to the left to make a circle around whatever made the noise.
Several quiet steps away from the caravan, she froze.
“The drone must be mistaken,” a male voice said.
“They might have drifted to the left or right, but they should be in this area,” a second voice said, this one female.
