It didn’t work. The skin on her face felt hot and tight, though the damp cavern air left the rest of her thoroughly chilled. Every shadow menaced her with visions of black-suited men with their arms open wide.
Grow up, Jane, she told herself. It’s just the dark. Nothing to be afraid of...
But a few seconds later, when a high-pitched shriek echoed through the cavern, Jane dropped the flashlight and fled. She stopped just on the other side of the waterfall, cursing her own cowardice and wondering if she had just run away from a fruit bat. Weren’t their shrieks ultrasonic?
But it hadn’t sounded much like a bat, really. It sounded like Tessa.
Cursing, Jane forced her trembling limbs to move — back into the cave; back into danger. Once she had the waterfall at her back she could hear the fa
