Chapter 19Adam walked up to Zach, who was looking down into the flooded basin with binoculars. He didn’t know why Zach had to look down at that. What did he hope to see?
“Zach, there’s a problem.”
“Hang on.” Zach didn’t lower the binoculars.
“There’s nothing to see,” Adam said quietly. Did he hope someone had got themselves into a boat? There were—or had been—a few boats down there, little ones for messing around in the rivers. Nothing that could have survived the flood.
“I’m watching Barbara’s group.”
Okay, that was more constructive. Adam nodded. “How are they doing?”
“They’re still moving. About a day and a half behind us, I think. I hope they’re okay.”
“We were right not to wait. Don’t feel bad about it.”
Zach lowered the binoculars and smiled weakly at Adam, then frowned. “A p
