CHAPTER TEN
THE TWO MEN SAT ON the ground in front of an Ironwood tree and glowered at their captors, particularly the tall, slender blonde with the spiky haircut. Brita paced before them with her hands in her pockets, a cop-like stare scouring them with every pass.
They’d been stupendously unhelpful in answering the litany of questions being fired at them. So Brita slid a look around the search party, silencing them, and was trying to figure out how best to conduct her interrogation moving forward. Daylight was burning and she didn’t want to get to nightfall again without finding Alf and Pleasance. If they were in trouble as she strongly suspected, another night in the rainforest would be bad.
She stopped in front of the beefy one. Despite the determined disinterest apparent in his rel
