7
Kaya
“WHAT’S WRONG?” Sylvie asked, as she joined her colleagues. What was causing the alarm? The collar was beeping.
Jean-Luc looked away from the screen for a moment. “We have a problem. Kaya hasn’t moved since yesterday—not an inch—and that doesn’t make sense. At the very least, she’d walk to find water to drink.”
“Are you sure?” Sylvie asked, leaning forward towards the screen before pulling away to read the data printout. “Oh, that’s what you mean: the same GPS position for over twenty-four hours. Something bad has happened to her?”
“I’m afraid so. It looks as if she could be injured or trapped. I want to move our trip forward. Can you pack up and be ready to move in thirty minutes? We’ll pick up some sandwiches and get the vacuum flasks filled on the way.”
“What about clothes,
