Chapter 45For Cameron and Grace, the last sixty seconds had been nothing more than a blur. And now, like two stunned jackrabbits having been chased by a rabid dog, they suddenly found themselves back in a burrow-like structure, dazed and disbelieving. They stood back now from the large door with guns raised and ready.
“I never did like that guy,” Cameron said.
Grace wasn't amused. She was shaking. Her chest was heaving. She thought her heart might thump out at any second.
“He was grinning,” she said. “Did you see that?”
Cameron did not reply. He was thinking about the sound he had just heard—the clonking sound made when Drake had dropped the locking mechanism.
“Did you hear that?” he asked.
Grace nodded.
“Watch the door,” Cameron said.
Grace stepped further back, raised her g*n, an
