18
PARADISE ISLAND
LATE AFTERNOON
“Why are you doing this, Bryce?”
Mac awkwardly clambered up over a fallen log, and cursed his rotten luck. He should have reacted faster! Now he couldn’t make a single move against his hated enemy without endangering Penny’s life.
“Why am I doing what?” Spencer retorted. He closed the distance in a few steps as Mac paused to catch his breath. “Keeping you alive?”
Had they set off some kind of hidden alarm when they’d landed on the island? Was that how Spencer had known they were there?
Oh sure, he could—and probably did—have a mole in the Bureau who’d alerted him when the ill-fated charter plane had crashed. But knowing they were lost at sea, and knowing exactly where to find them…major difference there.
And if he knew about the cave, and the spore
