Sara rose from her knees, stuck her fingers into her mouth and whistled shrill enough to scare away any marauding forest creature. “Hey! Get the dogs over here!” Then she spat out the taste of bug repellant from her fingers.
As soon as Huxley and Palmer saw what lay on the ground, they exchanged slow wide-eyed stares. Sara"s intuition read more into those secreted looks than she would speak at that moment.
Finding remains of anything had started adrenaline flowing.
“Clear the area, please, everyone.” But Huxley didn"t move. Instead, he clasped his hands tightly, interlacing his fingers, and brought them to his face and bowed his head. It seemed he was the one who couldn"t move.
Huxley had been the initiator of the continued searches for this particular group of MIAs, driven by the fact
