Tess sat up slowly. Back pressed against the cold wall. One leg stretched out straight in front of her. The other bent, boot flat on the dusty floor. Her chest rose and fell fast, too fast, Air still felt thin, hard to pull in.
Fist clenched tight on her thigh. She stared at Angelo’s unconscious body sprawled across the concrete. Blood trickled from the back of his neck where the log had hit. His breathing rasped loudly in the small room.
Marie paced. Bare feet moving on the concrete floor. Beads of sweat stuck to her forehead sliding down her temples. Eyebrows puckered, mouth only a thin line.
She held Tess’s phone high in the air, arm stretched, turning in slow circles, trying to catch even one bar of signal, the network seemed to be out of range, unstable. Her other hand raked thr
