DINI SWIPED A FOREARM across her brow and looked around. Twilight was draping itself over the woods and bringing out the bloodsucking, airborne public.
Andy slapped at himself and swore, the gun in his hand waving dangerously as he waged war on mosquitoes and biting flies.
Dini eyed him carefully, as she had for the last hour, watching for the moment when she would make her move. Her fingers closed around the palm sized, flat rock in her pocket, and she mentally began to prepare herself for what she needed to do.
Andy looked up and frowned. He lifted the gun and jerked his head toward the barely discernible path ahead. “Keep moving, Dini. I want to get out of these stupid woods. The mosquitoes are about to eat me alive.”
She shook off a feeling of disappointment at having missed anothe
