Luke rubbed the back of his neck, then shrugged. “Sure.”
“We’ll find her,” Matt said. “With the three of us together, we can’t fail.” He slapped Luke on the back. “Keep your phone on.”
The sun shone fiercely, as if to atone for letting the recent storm blot it out, but it was too far away in the winter sky to be felt. All its power turned the deep, mostly unbroken layer of snow diamond bright. Made it hard to hide tracks, even wearing camouflage appropriate to the conditions. What Donovan needed was camouflage that could lift him above the snow. Since he didn’t have the capability, he’d had to work his way carefully down the mountainside toward the Colorado Irregular’s camp.
On the upside, if anyone down there were to catch a glint of his binoculars, they’d write it off as the sun’s ref
