CHAPTER ELEVEN
“THESE KIDS ARE SMART,” Alf told Pleasance. He stuffed two bottles of water into his still-damp backpack and handed two to her. They’d managed to retrieve their backpacks, which had floated on top of the water, but the satellite phone Alf had “borrowed” was somewhere at the bottom of the natural pool. “They’ve stocked the place with everything they’d need for an extended stay here.”
Pleasance picked up a box of shotgun shells and handed them to Alf. “Including weapons.” She lowered herself onto a box filled with cans of food. “What in the world have these kids gotten themselves into, Alf?”
Down by her feet, Kona snuffled in the dirt until she came up with a stick, then happily dropped onto her belly to chew it, tail wagging.
He opened the box of shells and slid a couple
