“IT’S NOT CONNECTING.” Heathcliffe looked around the Jeep at the wet, expectant faces of his brothers and cousin. They’d all been staring at him for several minutes, silently pressuring him to get the job done.
“Maybe if we carried it to a more open area.” Dolfe offered.
Heathcliffe shook his head. “If this thing gets wet...”
“I’ll buy you another stupid iPad, ’Cliffe!” Alf’s usual calm demeanor was slipping in direct proportion to the degradation of his tidiness. Heathcliffe was pretty sure the two weren’t connected, but the thought made him smile anyway.
“I’m not worried about losing the iPad. I’m worried about losing our only chance to communicate with the outside world.”
Clovis sighed. “He’s right. We can’t risk this thing shutting down. We’ll just need to wait the storm out. Ther
