“We have no reason not to, but stay alert. We take no risks and we stay together.” Kane’s tone was calm but hard, brooking no arguments.
The van pulled right in front of the little shelter, a harried-looking middle-aged man with a receding hairline cranking down the window a few inches. “Heya, folks. Climb on in and we’ll get you dry as quick as we can.” He plastered on a smile to match his too-chipper tone, but ducked back from the window as rain splattered up.
We all piled in, the pilot and copilot last after securing the plane right on the airstrip. The ride was bumpy and dark, and Leigh was groaning quietly from her position on Brielle’s shoulder between sips of ginger ale.
Dirge and I took up an entire row of seats ourselves because the side aisle of the van wasn’t large enough to
