They soon heard the sound of the advancing engines. They hadn’t spotted the sheriff since he’d gotten out of his car. N8 lowered his face to whisper, “Didn’t he say he had backup coming?”
“Yeah,” K8 answered him.
“What if those other cars are his men?”
“No.” F8 quickly negated that theory. “It’s the same engine from the van they first kidn*pped us in. The second van sounds just like it, except with a little variable.”
They didn’t argue with her. They knew her abilities were too keen.
“Do you hear any other cars?” Cydney inquired, keeping her voice low.
F8 tilted her head in that way she had whenever she was concentrating. “No. Not yet.”
The tall figure of Sheriff Biggs came into view, but the man remained partly in the shadows. The shadow of his rifle was clearly visible in his hand
