Dom crashed through the corn, trying to make as much noise as possible. He went onto the paths only to cross them; he didn’t want to make it easy for Bobby, and he hoped the stalks could hide him well enough in the dark to mess up any shot the man would take. He had to lead the guy away from Kiko. Currently that plan meant making a lot of noise and then ducking away once Bobby was far enough away from the exit.
He really hoped this guy had shitty tracking skills. He pulled out his phone and tried to find the picture Kiko had been using as he ran, corn leaves cutting his face and hands. He almost laughed at himself when he realized it would be no help if he didn’t know where he was. Kiko would have known that. That was why he had gone so slowly through the maze. Dom cursed himself.
Was he
