TWENTY-TWO
A jolt shook Justice awake and she sat up. She was still in the front seat of the four-wheel-drive, with Isaac at the wheel.
He glanced over at her. ‘Sorry. This stretch is bumpy. Lots of holes. Hard to avoid them all.’
She smiled at him. ‘It’s fine, I’ve slept long enough.’
‘Wish I could say the same for the rest of them.’ He indicated in the back seat where a sonorous snore was coming from either Brother Owen or the two mercenaries. All three were fast asleep, the jolting of the vehicle showing no signs of waking them soon.
Justice could understand Brother Owen needing to sleep, to recover after the punishing journey he had undertaken on foot to find her. The mercenaries, well, they had fallen asleep almost before the vehicle had left the compound.
She looked ahead, narr
