CHAPTER NINETEENMARCUS
DAY NINE
Marcus frowned. He was looking at the disturbed dirt. Turning to Dillon, he asked for confirmation. “Is this what I think it is?”
Dillon nodded. “Yeah, she doubled back… then stopped… and took off… That way.”
They shared a look. ‘That way’ was heading straight towards Deadman’s Cliff.
Marcus looked up as a helicopter swooped over them. It was dropping water and fire retardant. He keyed his radio. “Mac, any sign of her?”
Mac answered quickly. “Sorry, no. The canopy is too thick, and the smoke is killing my visibility.”
“OK, thanks. Keep looking.”
Marcus took a breath of compressed air. He wanted to save it for Taylor, but the smoke was thick and making it impossible to breathe without pain. He watched as Dillon did the same. A quick nod and they start
