Chapter Thirteen
Separate
Pud stood by the riverbank as he watched Billie talk to someone on a phone the specialist had loaned her. Another half dozen soldiers had arrived and were double-checking to make sure all the captured drug men were firmly tied up before marching them out of camp to where the trucks were waiting to carry them away.
Art walked up and stood beside him. He carried Brew in his beefy arms. The injured man remained in his eagle form and would stay in it until they reached relative safety where he could change.
"Never seen a braver woman," the big man commented almost nonchalantly. "So what happens now?"
"I thought she was with the EPA," Pud told him.
"It had to be a cover." Yo joined them to stand on Pud"s other side.
"You have her smell on you," Art added.
Pud
