Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
“You sure this is the right spot?” Joel asked.
Mick finished climbing to the top of the bank, the night goggles now swinging from his neck, before answering.
“This is it,” Mick said brushing himself off. “That’s where he was, dammit. I’m 90% sure.”
“Why 90%?” Joel asked. “And not 60% sure?”
Mick looked above them. “Because of the concave in the riverbank where he was holed up, and because of the location of the bridge. I remember it being right here, right where it is now. Besides, we’ve been calling for him and he could hear us even if we are fifty yards off. Which we aren’t.”
“Maybe we can’t hear him answer,” Joel said. “Or maybe he’s sleeping, and you have the wrong spot. Or maybe he crawled to a new spot for some reason.”
“If he moved, he is l
