Thirty-Four
April sat where she had landed when Joshua had pushed her. He had been more than willing to give his life to protect her. No one had ever done that for her. Then she started to shake. What if Greg had managed to shoot Joshua? She didn’t want to think about that. She looked over at Greg just as Joshua walked over and closed the man’s eyes. Standing up, Joshua looked around and spotted what appeared to be a tarp, a little farther back in the cave. He walked back, found it to be a bit ratty, but mostly in one piece. He pulled it across the cave floor and covered Greg’s body with it.
“It wasn’t your fault.” April said softly. Joshua stood looking down at the mound on the floor. “He would have killed us both and left our bodies here to rot.”
Joshua nodded. He lifted the Berretta
