Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Leo didn’t hesitate before swinging his own pack on and falling into step beside her. “Where are we going?”
She pointed to the canyons ahead. “Up.”
He followed her gaze. “Oh.”
“Just so you know,” she said, visually scanning the landscape for the easiest path forward, “I’d never let a group of tourists do any of this, but I need a better vantage point.”
“I’ll be sure not to mention it in my Yelp review.”
Fortunately, the washout curved upward with plenty of hand- and footholds, and enough ledges that they managed to get to the top without too much trouble. They were only about fifty feet in the air, but they could make out some of the river and the snakelike canyons that surrounded it.
“Would you get service up here?” Leo asked.
“Sometimes,” she hedged.
“I’m wondering if we can get a satellite map to load.”
She pulled the Ziploc bag free, tucking the gun into her waistband for the moment, and dug her own satellite phone out. After a few attempts to power it up, she realized the battery was dead. She must have forgotten to turn it off in her haste to move everything over to a new bag. “Shit.”
His brows came together in a frown and then, “Would Terry’s still have power?”
“Oh my God.” Lily found it and pressed the power button. Neither of them breathed until the tiny satellite image loaded on the screen. They both whispered celebratory curses, and quickly high-fived.
“I think I understand Bradley’s love for gambling now,” he said, laughing. “Every tiny bit of encouraging news is like a shot of dopamine straight to my brain.”
“There’s not much battery left,” she told him, cupping a hand over the screen to block the sun. “The maps’ll take a second to load.” She pointed out toward the river. “Do you see those two really sharp switchbacks? At the confluence and then there, just above it?”
He followed her attention and nodded immediately. “They really do look like threes. But which bend is the ‘belly’?”
“We’re at the outside of the bottom of the three. I’m wondering if we need to be up there, at that sharp bend.”
He laughed. “You’re telling me we have to cross back over?”
Lily groaned. “I know. But it doesn’t look too bad.” She chewed her lip, thinking. “I don’t remember ever seeing anything there, but what else can we do?”
“We check it out,” he said. “Should we call Nicole and have her get on Google Earth? I know we don’t have much power left, but—”
Terry’s sat phone came to life in her hand, vibrating as a blur of notifications loaded, all for texts in a group thread called the Lost Boys.
They stared down at the screen. “Who are the Lost Boys?” Lily asked.
Leo shook his head. “No idea.”
“Some of these delivered today,” she said, uneasy.
Who was frantically trying to contact Terry in the middle of his supposed vacation?
She clicked to open the thread. There were four people in the group: Terry, who it became clear was using the handle Rufio, along with a Pockets, No Nap, and Latchboy.
“Peter Pan,” she said. But the conversation that loaded wasn’t messages full of concern. There were Game of Thrones gifs and dirty jokes, a few texts where Terry talked about the trail, and then some back-and-forth about Nicole and Lily…
“Oh,” she mumbled, grossed out, and scrolled past those quickly before Leo could see them.
Too late.
Leo jerked the phone from her hand. “What the—”
“It’s fine. He was a pig. This isn’t a revelation.”
She leaned her chin on Leo’s shoulder, reading.
“They’re talking about the trip,” he said, scrolling. “He was keeping someone up to date on where we were. Man, this is so weird.” He shook his head.
Three days ago—when the group’s plan changed—the texts turned more frantic.
No Nap: Rufio.
Pockets: Rufio, dude.
Latchboy: Terry where r u
No Nap: We lost your trail man, check in.
“Lost his trail?” Leo said. “What the fuck does that mean?”
She pointed to the date. “It’s from the day after he fell. His friends obviously don’t know he’s dead.”
Leo continued scrolling.
Pockets: Dude I thought we were busted that night at the roost. Where’d you go?
No Nap: TERRY, dude answer your phone.
Latchboy: He’s just gone, wtf
Pockets: Did you get the book?
Leo lingered on that text, his thumb hovering. “Are they talking about Duke’s journal?”
Anxiety climbed Lily’s spine and she reached around him, pushing the thread up, scrolling to read through the rest to see where it ended.
No Nap: Terry, let us know what we need to do
Latchboy: He’s not answering. Go with Plan B.
No Nap: Let’s meet where we planned. Roger on Plan B.
Pockets: Terry, I swear you’d better not be double-crossing us or you’re as dead as they are.
No Nap: Let’s move to a different thread. Fuck this dude.
Awareness landed like an explosion. They looked at each other, realizing they’d been taking their time the last two days, completely unaware that someone had been working with Terry, and been following them.