James
Michael, wearing the kind of clothes that look to be more pocket than fabric, stows boxes and bags into the back of the 4x4, packing neatly, fitting everything in then returning for more.
I pass an eye over what I can identify: boots and tough clothing, ropes, a pickaxe, chain cutters, a rope ladder, a box of mechanic’s tools, various lights, torches and lanterns, a battery charger…
… a squeaking noise behind me… Michael huffs and stops by me.
“A generator?”
“We don’t know what we’re going to find.” He swipes sweat from his forehead. “It’s anyone’s guess what the conditions are. Juliana knows Klempner, that he’s intelligent and resourceful. So she won’t be making it easy. And we know too, the conditions that Charlotte was kept in when she was imprisoned. I think it’s a fair bet
