Page 128 of Dangerous Mission
Wrapping my fingers around my forehead, I curse. “And he had a motive.”
“Glad you’re getting your shit together. But who took her? That’s the question now.”
“Brundage and Keith are on their way back stateside. Confirmed by Agent Torres.”
“Then who?” He tilts his head. “Someone who had access to the cabinas since you were both drugged.”
I groan and drop my head, tucking my chin to mymuddy jacket. “Truck asked me if I thought Aria would have done this by herself.”
Rory’s face contorts. “Her? Tie you up and leave? Why the hell?”
Truck steps into the tent and glances at the two of us. “What if she did it so she could go after Adam Hill?”
Beast hangs up and digs a hand into his hair. “I have news. Adam Hill is dead.”
“How?” I ask immediately.
“Asphyxiation.”
I don’t know exactly what the feeling inside of me is, but I look around at the team, hoping someone will tell me what the fuck is going on.
“Suffocated?” Truck asks.
Beast grunts. “Yeah, but that’s not the only dead guy. Griffon just found one in the forest. But the asshole’s going to be hard to ID. Something ate his face and hands.”
Static fills my ears.
I might have passed out before from exhaustion, but this is far different. This is the blood leaving my brain.
A cold sensation takes root inside my stomach. Someone pushes me into a plastic chair and drops the boots in front of me.
“Get him some food,” someone says behind me.
The next few minutes are a blur as I change into dry gear and shove some kind of tasteless food-product into my face. God knows I need my strength. After chasing the rations and some electrolytes with water, I’m on my feet hustling with the team.
Beast holds the truck door open for me—probably because I’m so fucking freaked out. “Agent Torres is meeting us at the body. It’s definitely a male, that part didn’t get eaten.”
Chapter Sixty-Four
I’d give a million dollars for a compass. Looking overhead, I try to use the sunlight that’s peeking through the clouds—yes sunlight—to figure out which direction I’m heading.
At long last a break in the rain which is good because I’m over it. I blow out a tired breath and look around. The jungle is less dense here. Maybe I’m getting somewhere.
Stretching my back, I long for a bed, a hot bath, and an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet.
Who knew I’d be dreaming about eggs and french toast when I was running for my life?
With that thought I scan the jungle one more time, listening and looking for anything out of place. The guy that was after me probably gave up. And I’m betting his phone battery died before my Mag light which is still hanging on.
Something purple catches my eye and I crane my neck forward.
Oh my god, is that a passion fruit?
Maybe it’s a hallucination. I’m so freaking hungry.
I climb over a small fallen tree, my bare feet protesting. Prune feet is something Griff and I used to laugh about when we were kids. This, not so much. The soles of my feet look like hundred year old raisins.
For the tenth time, I wonder if I could turn leaves into shoes.After I check out this fruit…
