Blood trickled down Cholla"s temple. Was she really unconscious?
With the flare g*n firmly pressed to her forehead, I strained to grab the bag from the back seat. Success—and a strained shoulder—arrived thirty seconds later. The cell phone had stopped ringing, but the screen showed that the caller had been Rey and that the cell was at 38% capacity. Pressing the call icon, I hoped for the best.
My cousin all but shrieked, “It"s you!” Then she faded.
The impulse was to shout in response. “I"m with Cholla in the middle of who knows where! Linda should be contacting you soon, I so-o hope.”
“She did. Hives got … fix … not that long ago …”
“I can barely hear you!”
“We just got hold of Hives … you were missing … but when we …”
“It"s hard to hear you, Cousin Reynalda.”
“Are … is she …”
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