THIRTY-FIVE
Hanson paced back and forth. Something was wrong. Hannah should have been back by now. He clenched his fists, banging them against his thighs. She should never have been aboveground in the first place. He’d been furious when he and Leon returned to find that she had slipped out on her own to get more supplies. Sure, they were all hungry, but they could have handled a little deprivation. What they couldn’t handle was losing Hannah.
He turned to Leon. ‘I’m going after her. If they’ve got her, then there’s a good chance they know where we’re hiding. You need to get everyone moved. Take them back to the construction zone. There won’t be much cover, but it’s better than staying here and waiting to be caught.’
He took a deep breath and faced Carstairs. ‘If I don’t make it back the
