Chapter Twelve
Mike watched as Marina wiped her hand over her cheek. Sweat glistened on her brow, but he knew the dampness she brushed away came from the stray tears that still escaped. Instinctively, he reached for her trembling fingers and squeezed them in encouragement.
“We’ll get him back,” Mike promised her in a low voice. “How much farther?”
“Not far,” she replied, giving him a thankful smile before she focused on walking the path.
Mike nodded and released her fingers. He looked at the thick forest on each side of the path. They had covered a lot of ground over the past two hours, moving steadily down the high mountain to the valley far below. He had been surprised when Marina veered off the main road and onto a narrow path that looked more like an animal trail. They hadn’t talke
