What a mess it was, a big deadly mess. She and McCoy had broken free from one enemy only to fall into the hands of another. They weren’t the best of friends. In fact, they weren’t really friends at all. They’d simply formed an alliance to work together to make an escape only out of necessity. It had paid off. They’d broken out from the cell they were held in and set about targeting the enemy. During their clash with his men, Farrah was unfortunately killed. Outnumbered, the girls were forced to flee. It wasn’t until they’d exited the building were they surprised to find they were in the middle of a jungle – a jungle far from Sydney where they’d been abducted from. They later learnt they were close to Weipa in far north Queensland. With a plan in mind to re-enter the building under their terms, they were ambushed before they could do so and forced into the jungle to this creek. The five guards had secured her and McCoy to two trees beside the creek without any explanation. Neither of them had any idea Crane had taken command until he arrived here. Up until Farrah’s death, he’d been his right hand man. The way the guards followed his orders without question confirmed his authority. Sophie disliked him as much as Farrah. He assisted Farrah with the interrogations by obtaining information from their victims on his homemade computerised electric torture rack that somehow targeted the brain as well as the body. He’d experimented on McCoy soon after they’d arrived. In no time, it locked up her muscles and inflicted severe pain across her whole being. She’d been lucky to come out of it alive.
Crane hadn’t come near her when he’d arrived at the clearing. He only spoke to McCoy after the guards dragged her across to the log stack. They’d jabbed her with a needle during her struggle with them, no doubt to slow her down and be more controllable. It certainly knocked her around, taking away all her power to resist. After a short conversation between the two, Crane disappeared into the jungle. His men fell in behind with McCoy. Tied and sluggish from the injection, she couldn’t oppose them. Sophie was left alone amongst the heavy quietness and stifling heat of the jungle unable to move.
Sitting in the eerie ambience, she had to check the sudden panic attack that unexpectedly gripped her. She couldn’t afford to think about the tight predicament she was in. She needed to focus on freeing herself. The sooner she could do that, the sooner she could get out of here and deal with Crane. Her blood stirred at the thought of him. How she despised him for leaving her here like this. She had no idea why he took McCoy. Why didn’t he take both of them? It didn’t make sense. He obviously had something in mind for the cop and gut instinct told her it wouldn’t be good. And what was her fate? If she didn’t get out of these ropes, she’d die a slow agonising death of starvation, particularly if no one came back for her. Thinking about it only encouraged more effort in the tedious and time-consuming task of freeing herself. Her wrists were raw from the rubbing but she refused to give up – she had to get out of this.
Movement caught her eye from the side . . . from the creek. The creek? Checking her surprise, she looked to where the water swirled in the murky calm waters beside the opposite bank. Movement? What would cause movement? What would be in there? The distraction paused her from working on the rope, drawing her total concentration to the disturbed water. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t like it. Whatever it was, it had to be big to cause such a swirl. Her question was soon answered. Two small lumps close together broke the surface in the middle of the creek. Sophie tensed. She stared wide eyed, catching her breath. They weren’t simply lumps. They were eyes – vertical, slit shaped eyes. Two nostrils appeared a foot in front of them. A shiver shot up her spine. Any idiot could recognise a crocodile. Her heart pumped faster.
“Oh shit.”
The yellowy pupils watched her. Another croc surfaced beside it.
“Are you kidding me?” Was this why Crane had left her here? Did he know there were crocodiles in the creek? He must have. He’d done it deliberately. Shit. She was only a metre from the water’s edge. They’d be on her in no time. She couldn’t move let alone run. Hell, and here she was thinking she faced starvation. This was much worse, much much worse. Eaten alive by crocodiles lifted a painful death to way new heights. She strived to keep her panic at bay and took up her struggle of loosening the rope.
The first croc glided slowly towards her. Sophie estimated it had to be at least four metres long after glimpsing the end of its tail. Damn Crane. The bastard had set her up as crocodile bait. One thing – it answered her question about him not coming back for her. Back and forth she sawed at the rope with her hands, now with more momentum, and with much more urgency. Shit, this was taking way too long, especially now that she was living on borrowed time. Tugging hard in frustration, one hand suddenly slipped out of the rope. Surprise lit up her face. She’d done it! She was free! She couldn’t believe it. Her adrenaline kicked in. Yanking her other hand out of the now loose rope, she reached behind the tree and fiddled with the knot holding the noose in place, all the while, keeping an eye on the two crocodiles. To her horror, another surfaced behind them. Shit, how many were there? Finally, she loosened the noose, widening it enough to slip over her head. Maintaining a watchful eye on the approaching crocs, she undid her feet. She stood up and backed back, keeping a close watch on the large menacing reptiles.
One dragged itself effortlessly out of the water, belly crawling onto the bank. There it stood, high on its short powerful legs, motionless, displaying its full length and the solidness of its long muscular scaly body. Even with its jaws closed, the pointy shaped teeth were visible along its snout. Sophie shuddered. She couldn’t imagine being ripped apart by those teeth. Turning, she hurried across the grass to the track. Once on it, she broke into a run. Her heart pumped hard, pounding in her ears, driving her on. She struggled to deal with how she’d escaped such a terrifying death, how she’d evaded the horrible demise Crane had planned for her. And what a demise it would have been – eaten alive while tied to a tree by a number of crocodiles. Hell, what if her ropes hadn’t been loose? No way would she have gotten away. The thought made her stomach churn. Sucking in a deep breath to settle it, on she ran. She attempted to settle her nerves by focusing on the positive things. She’d beaten the odds, beaten the crocodiles, beaten Crane. She relished in the wonderful feeling that washed through her. All she had to do now was find McCoy and free her.
The overjoyed relief of her narrow escape soon dwindled. After about five minutes, she slowed to a halt. Panting slightly, she studied the track. It wasn’t as easy to follow without the help of her unfriendly guards. Frustration staggered her confidence. So glad to get away from the creek, she hadn’t taken much notice where she was running. Was she still on the track? There was no definite path that stood out. Hell, that’s all she needed; to get lost. Checking her panic, she called on her skill and the bush training she learnt in Shadax to guide her. She’d been a lieutenant in the underground army, a hard and disciplined officer whose ranking put fear in the soldiers under her, at the same time, gained their respect, as well as her associates she worked with. The name itself signified what they represented, what they were involved with. Soldiers, headhunters and detachment army in Xanadu, which was conveniently shortened to the acronym, Shadax.
That’s how she’d met McCoy. The cop had found a way to track down Shadax. That itself was a feat on its own. It wasn’t easy to find, not when entry was by invitation only. What was more surprising, she’d done it purely to inform her of her father’s death, following his dying request to warn her his murderers could be after her. Sophie hadn’t seen her estranged father in five years and didn’t want to believe he was dead. Refusing to accept McCoy was telling the truth, she’d turned her in as a spy. Over forty soldiers had pursued her in a death hunt. Somehow McCoy had not only escaped her execution but had taken out the leaders and shut Shadax down altogether. Regretting her decision of turning on her, Sophie had helped her get away in the end. Regardless of her assistance, her actions to have her executed had built a wall no friendship could tear down. She couldn’t blame McCoy for not wanting anything to do with her. She had forgiven her, to some extent, and she treated her amicably, but they would never be close friends, that she was sure of. A mutual respect and a will to survive was all that united them in this fight to escape. It was enough for her to want to rescue her from Crane. She had no doubt he wanted her for all the wrong reasons, particularly after recalling what he did with her the last time he had her on his torture machine. One thing eased her mind, if not marginally – McCoy had smashed the computers controlling his machine. Crane couldn’t make her suffer using it again. And then the small consolation suddenly took a dive, instigating a horrible deduction in its wake. Shit. Did he have a second one? Is that why he took McCoy, to experiment with her again and put her through more misery? He must have. There was no other reason why he’d want her. A sudden urgency gripped her.
Focusing on the overgrown path in front of her, Sophie had a fair idea in which direction the building was. She pushed on through the thick jungle along what seemed to be the path, at least she hoped it was. Recalling how dense it was on the way in, she focused ahead to look for the narrow track barely visible amongst the foliage. She was confident she was still on it. As imperative as it was to find Crane, she couldn’t afford to go too fast. It could see her wander off in the wrong direction. A sound drifted to her ears. She stopped and listened. The unmistakable thumping blades of a chopper grew louder. Her attention was drawn upwards but she couldn’t see any sign of it through the thick canopy, even after it flew almost straight overhead. She forced back her fears for what it could mean. Was Crane in it? Was he taking McCoy out? If that was the case, she’d have no way out of here and no way of finding the cop. Shit. On the other hand, it could also be Edwards, McCoy’s boss. The cop had contacted him by radio soon after they escaped Farrah. If it was him, he might have already caught Crane and was sending a search party out for her. Yeah right, and pigs might fly. Listening to the fading sound of the thumping blades, the chopper was definitely on a one way path – away from here. Blowing out a sigh, she pushed on, going with her misgivings on the first theory. It was too soon for any rescue to arrive from Sydney. Unfortunately, until she made it to the building where Crane should be, her speculations wouldn’t be confirmed.
It took another fifteen minutes to reach her destination. Appreciating she’d taken longer to return than when she’d been escorted, the lack of guards guiding her was what had slowed her down. At least she’d made it. She stopped and stared at the building from the trees. She sighed a heavy relieved breath. The grey wall facing her was a welcoming sight regardless of the dangers associated with it. Anything was better than being eaten alive by crocodiles. She crossed to the door opposite. She knew it led into the kitchen. She and McCoy had already used it. She tried the handle. It turned. So, Crane hadn’t bothered locking it. And why would he? He’d believed she wouldn’t escape the hungry crocodiles.
Pushing open the door, Sophie carefully crept in. Her senses were on full alert. The first thing she needed was a weapon. She crossed the deserted kitchen to a bench and opened a drawer. She’d found it on their first visit so knew what was in it. Scanning the variety of kitchen knives on offer, she picked up a chef’s knife. Its broad sturdy blade was eight inches long. Weighing up its grip and strength, she was satisfied it would do. She continued to the door opposite and entered a hall. All was quiet, deathly quiet. It seemed strange no guards roamed around. She guessed they really had no reason to, not now. They’d count her as dead and if Crane had left, McCoy would be with him. Maybe the guards had gone with him. A nice thought but one she couldn’t lay her faith in. She checked out two rooms without a sign of anyone. On full alert, she followed the narrow hallway to a larger room. She stopped at the door and looked in. She froze, staring at the gruesome scene that met her. Two guards lay on the floor, shot through the head. Who would have killed them? She did a quick scan around the room. It offered no clues to answer her questions. She stepped in and, with a firm grip of the knife held ready, walked towards the bodies exercising caution. One thing she could use was one of the machine guns in their lifeless hands. Before she could reach them, a sound behind alerted her she wasn’t alone.
“That’s far enough,” a voice snapped. Sophie wheeled around. Two rifles were lined on her. She stared at the men covering her, striving to settle her surprise these guys had crept up on her. A quick assessment warned her they were professionals. There was a strong confidence in the way they held their weapons. She had no idea who they were. The fact they were dressed in casual clothes, very different to the guards’ black attire, suggested they weren’t working for Crane or Farrah. That didn’t ease the tense situation. Under the threat of the rifles, she had no choice but to remain still and do what they wanted . . . for now. Holding the knife in a threatening manner, it seemed useless against the two rifles.
“Hynes?” the big blond said in surprise. Sophie was just as caught out. How did this guy know her name? Could they be on her side? Maybe McCoy’s associates? But how could they have arrived here so fast? Weipa was a long way from Sydney, where he would have had to come from. It’s a wonder the guy recognised her. She must look a mess. Standing tense, she was covered in grime with bruises marring her face. Her wrists were rubbed raw. Blood stained her sleeve from a bullet graze on her arm. The dirty bandage around it only added to her dishevelled appearance.
“Who are you?” Sophie asked in a quiet suspicious voice, watching him with narrowed eyes.
“Detective Mark Burrows. This is Detective Dan Frew.”
Sophie studied him in more detail. His athletic build, lengthy hair and good looks were deceiving. He looked nothing like a cop. She followed his nod to the dark haired guy beside him with the rifle held steady on her. Shorter and a little heftier, he acknowledged her with a quick nod.
“Lieutenant Edwards received Billie’s message and passed it on to me,” Mark said. “He’s on his way.”
Sophie couldn’t believe it. Hell, Burrows had made it in rapid time. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I was in Cairns on business. It didn’t take much to organise a helicopter and come straight over. Dan happily obliged to fly me here.”
Sophie glanced at Dan before focusing back on Mark. “Well, I’m sure glad to hear that.”
The three relaxed. The detectives lowered their weapons and stepped to her. She tossed the knife to the floor.
“Are you okay?” Mark asked, glancing over her unkempt appearance, bruised face and bloodied bandage. “What happened to your arm?”
Sophie glanced at it. “I was a bit slow getting out of the way of a machine gun.”
Mark looked up into her eyes. “A machine gun? You’re lucky you only had the one bullet hit you.”
“Yeah. Farrah wasn’t so lucky. He collected a chest full.”
“Farrah?”
“He was the boss man of this organisation, and the guy who ordered our kidnappings. He was also the bastard who had my father killed. He was the guy Dad worked for. McCoy and I planned to use him to get out of here but it didn’t quite work out that way. We managed to escape without him, until Crane, his second in charge, showed his true colours and took over. He ambushed us and then split us up. I’ve only just arrived here after barely escaping the demise he had planned for me.”
“Sounds like you’ve been pretty busy.”
She shrugged. “Oh, I’ve had a ball.”
“We can see how busy you’ve been.” Dan indicated the dead men with a nod. Doing her best to ignore the accusative tone accompanying the statement, Sophie dropped her gaze to the bodies.
“I didn’t do that.”
“No? Then who did?”
She looked at him with an impassive expression. Her tone remained guarded. “I don’t know. I just told you, I only arrived five minutes ago.”
“Arrived from where?” Mark asked.
“They took me into the jungle. It took a while to get out of the ropes I was in and then get back. This must have happened while I was gone,” she said, pointing to the two dead men.
“Whoever it was cleaned up the whole building,” he stated. “No one’s alive, at least we haven’t come across anyone alive yet, other than you. These two add up to eleven dead.”
Sophie pondered his words. Yes, she remembered hearing gunshots within the building when Crane’s five men jumped her and McCoy outside it. Was Crane responsible for it? Had he picked the guards off who were inside, catching them by surprise? With Farrah out of the way, had he taken control by eliminating his followers? Shit, Crane must have slaughtered them all. The men certainly wouldn’t have seen an attack coming from him, not when they believed they were all on the same side. He must want McCoy bad to go to these lengths, and he definitely didn’t want anyone stopping him. What kind of sadistic bastard was he? And what did he have in store for McCoy?
“Where’s Billie?” Mark asked. “She is with you . . . isn’t she?”
The words snapped Sophie out of her thoughts. Her focus sharpened on his strained features, sensing the protectiveness in his voice.
“She was . . . and if you’ve searched this place and she’s not here, then Crane must have taken her out already.”
“What are you talking about? Crane, the second in charge? Why would he do that?”
“Because he’s a crazed demented scientist who gets too big a kick out of experimenting on the human body, or rather the human brain. I’m quite sure he did this,” she said, pointing to the bodies. “As far as I know, he has five guards backing him. They must have wiped out the rest to avoid conflict. If that’s the case, McCoy could be in a lot of trouble. Crane sees her as a challenge and I’d say he wants to get to know her better, in a brutal kind of way, mind you. He’s already experimented with her when we first arrived, so the only reason I can think of why she’s not here is, I’m guessing he wants to continue experimenting with her. He has a thing about the mind and body and its resistance to pain, particularly hers. Last time it took me almost an hour to loosen up her muscles. He’ll put her through hell if he has all the time in the world to assess her.”
Mark stared in astonishment. Sophie went on, her voice quiet yet urgent.
“He’s fanatical about it and I don’t like her chances, not if he gets her on that machine again. McCoy wrecked the one here but if he took her with him, I’m pretty sure he could possibly have another somewhere.”
Mark blew out a heavy breath. “How do you know that’s what his intentions are? He could—”
“McCoy sparked his curiosity when she resisted him, enough for him to want to explore his avenues with her. Experimenting on the brain and causing suffering is his speciality. That’s what he does. The machine he uses is like some kind of torture rack, only it’s all done from computers with electrodes attached to the victim. That’s why Farrah used him, to get information out of their prisoners.”
“And you said Farrah was dead?” Mark questioned.
“Yes. We’d planned to bring him in. Well, McCoy did. I would have killed him outright. She talked me into making him pay for what he’d done the legal way. We took him prisoner but before we could get him out, that’s when he caught a chest full of bullets from the out of control machine gun after a dead guard failed to release the trigger.”
Mark stared hard, taking a moment to cipher what she was telling him. “So why did Farrah nab you guys?”
“He thought we might know what the original formula was that Dad destroyed, or where he could find it. When we told him we knew nothing about it, he had McCoy on that machine with Crane doing all the torturing to get the answers for him. Farrah planned to put us both on it only we broke out before he could do so. He believed he had plenty of time to play with us. As brutal as Farrah was, Crane is just as dangerous, if not more. He’s passionate about his torture machine and gets his kicks out of inflicting pain. He’s well practiced in sending electric shocks to wherever he chooses within the body as well as the mind to get information. He targets the shocks precisely to bring the worst pain, forcing the prisoners to talk. He’s insane, believe me. McCoy resisted him the first time, held him off somehow. No one has done that before, and that’s what has fascinated him more so, and why he wants to experiment on her again. The thing is, this time he has her drugged. This time she won’t be able to stop him.”
No comment answered her. Mark and Dan stared with sceptical expressions. Sophie easily read their doubt.
“I am not bullshitting, I swear. If you want to go after her and stop Crane from messing with her head, we have to move like yesterday.”
Breaking the stare from Sophie, Mark met Dan’s eye. His stunned expression reflected his, offering little support. Mark turned back to Sophie.
“Okay, so where would he take her?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea.”
“Oh, that’s a great start. You feed us this crazy story and you don’t know where we have to go to help her?”
“Hey, back off. I’ve had enough shit to last me a lifetime, okay? I don’t need any more from you.”
“Really. You’re going to be in a lot deeper shit if anything happens to Billie.”
On the verge of arguing, Sophie stopped. As angry as she was, she could see where Mark was coming from, and going on about it wasn’t going to solve anything. Strangely enough, she appreciated it was only his concern for McCoy that left him so defensive. Blowing out a sigh, she took control of her rising temper.
“Look, I understand what you’re saying, and I know you’re worried about her but this is not my fault, okay? I don’t want McCoy hurt any more than you do.”
Mark held her gaze, struggling to contain his irritation. Dan cut in.
“How would Crane have taken Billie out?”
“I’m assuming by chopper. I heard one fly over me and head east. McCoy and I circled the building a couple of times after we broke out and didn’t find any vehicles, only a track with a helicopter at the end of it.” She shrugged. “We didn’t actually look too hard, mind you, but going on the density of the jungle surrounding this place, we were pretty sure there is no road in.”
“It’s probably the same clearing we landed in.”
“If he’s in a helicopter, maybe we can track him on radar from ours,” Mark said to Dan. “He can’t have that much of a head start.”
Dan nodded. “Exactly what I was thinking.”
“That’s quite possible,” Sophie said. “I’d say he’s been gone for about twenty to twenty-five minutes if he was in the chopper I heard, unless of course it was your chopper.”
“Not if it was heading east. We came from the south, which is why you probably didn’t hear us.”
“Okay, well it must have been him.”
Mark nodded. “Right. Let’s get in the air. Hynes, you can wait here for the backup.”
“No way. I’m coming with you guys.”
“You’ve had it pretty rough by the looks of you. Help’s on its way. I think you’d be better staying here and taking five while waiting for it.”
“No, I’m okay. I’ll go crazy if I stay here any longer. There’s too many bad memories, if you know what I mean. Besides, I want to make sure McCoy is all right, once we find her.”
Mark held her determined look. Dan broke his stare from Sophie and glanced at Mark, catching his attention. He gave a shrug, confirmation he was willing to take her. Mark sighed and looked back at her.
“Fine. Just don’t hold us up.”
“You won’t have to worry about that.”
“I hope not.” He stepped off. Sophie and Dan fell in behind him. Mark suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder at Sophie. “Here, you might need this.” He passed her the rifle. “Just in case we meet anyone.”
Taking it, she nodded. “Thanks, but I don’t think we’ll have to worry. Whoever’s not dead would probably have left with Crane.”
“That might be so but one can never be too cautious.”
“True.”
He pulled a revolver from his belt and strode off, guiding them through the building towards the exit closest to the helipad. The three kept a cautious eye out for trouble, should there be any guards still roaming around. All they met were dead men. They reached the exit door and stopped outside it.
“The chopper’s parked about forty metres from here.” Mark indicated with a nod along a grassy track. Sophie easily recognised it. She and McCoy had come across it twice. It was also where she’d taken on the cop in a fight after a difference of opinion. No way was she about to mention that to the two detectives.
“Yeah, I know. Like I said, we checked it out. We would have taken off in the chopper had we known how to fly it.” She sighed. “It would have saved us a lot of trouble if we had.”
Mark met her gaze. “No doubt. Let’s move it.”
He took the lead at a steady pace. Sophie and Dan followed, keeping a vigilant eye out for trouble. They made it safely to the clearing. Sophie sighed. The helicopter was a sight for sore eyes. Much the same size as Crane’s, it sat nestled in the cleared grassy patch unattended. The fact no one intercepted them convinced her Crane hadn’t left any witnesses. But what about his five men? Had he taken them with him. She had to assume so. They would have shown themselves by now. The three climbed into the chopper. Dan sat in the pilot’s seat and started flicking switches. Sophie moved into the back. There was room for another three passengers. Mark settled beside Dan in the front. In no time, Dan powered it up. The chopper lifted smoothly off the ground and rose above the trees. The rising height gave Sophie a clear view of the building and thick jungle surrounding it. Banking on its side, the helicopter glided across the jungle canopy picking up speed. Mark was instantly on the radar. Nothing showed up to say there were any other aircraft in the area.
“There’s nothing here. Damn it. He must be staying low.”
“Or he’s already landed,” Dan said over the noise.
Mark fitted a headset and called Cairns for assistance. Identifying his status and position, he requested if they had any information regarding Crane’s flight after explaining the situation. They came back with an affirmative answer. The officer passed on the tracking coordinates Crane had taken. Mark looked at Sophie and blew out a sigh.
“Hopefully we can follow Crane and get Billie back before the bastard starts doing anything with her. He’s heading towards Cairns. Once they pinpoint his landing, we can move in. Are you up for it?”
“Definitely, and you’re right, we’ll need to move fast.”
He nodded. His gaze ran over her injuries. “How about I have a look at your wound.”
“I’m okay. You don’t have to do that.”
He climbed into the back with her. “Maybe not, but I intend to anyway.” He pulled a first aid kit from under the seat and opened it. Sophie didn’t bother arguing and sat quietly while Mark cleaned and bandaged her wound. He did the same with her raw wrists. He wiped away the dirt and dried blood from her face. Once finished, he met her eye.
“Anything else you need looked at?”
“No, and thanks.”
“Sure.” Returning the first aid kit under the seat, he climbed back into the front. Twenty minutes later, Cairns notified them Crane’s chopper had set down briefly before taking off again.
“He landed and then took off again?” Dan said, confused.
“Maybe his men offloaded him and McCoy and then departed,” Sophie said above the noise. “He probably doesn’t need them now and they could act as a decoy to put us off.”
Mark thought about it. “You could be right.” He looked at Dan who nodded.
“Sounds like it could be a plan to throw us off.”
Mark spoke into the headset to Cairns. “Could you send through the coordinates of the landing. We’ll check it out. Continue to track the chopper and intercept it as quickly as possible.”
“Affirmative, Detective.” The guy gave Mark the coordinates of Crane’s landing. He quickly jotted them down.
“Thanks for your help. Over and out.” He took out a map from the side pocket and marked the coordinates on it. Sophie leant forward and studied it over his shoulder.
“He’s landed west of the Atherton Tablelands in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it’s private property.”
“Could well be,” Mark agreed. “And a good place to hide.”
“If it’s pretty isolated, it could be hard to track him if he’s transferred to a vehicle.”
Mark caught her gaze. “Let’s worry about that when we get there, okay? Until we can assess the situation, we really can’t plan anything. I’ll fill Lieutenant Edwards in. He will almost be in Cairns.”
“What? Already?”
“He’s on a friend’s private jet.”
“Nice friend.”
“Lucky for him. He’ll probably hire a car or a chopper and meet us there. He’ll want to get there as quickly as possible. If he comes in a vehicle, we can use it if we have to to follow Crane.”
“Okay.”
“How about you take five. We’ve got a little way to go yet and you look bushed.”
She nodded. “You know, I might just do that. Wake me when we’re close.”
“Will do.”
Sophie rested her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. She couldn’t deny she felt fatigued. A short nap would boost her drive. Doing her best to relax, she couldn’t deny she was worried about Billie. Sure they weren’t close, but she and McCoy had come through too much not to stir her concerns for her welfare. Hopefully they could find her before Crane had a chance to do anything to her. Closing her mind off, she caught up on some sleep as they sped towards the tablelands.
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