“HOW FAST CAN YOUR BROTHERS get here?” Emma asked Clovis.
His gaze found the horizon, his jaw tightening. “We can’t wait for them.” He grabbed the bags in the back of the Dodge Charger and started walking. Clovis had gone through them and found some bottles of water and granola bars, along with rope and a couple of lightweight blankets. He figured they might come in handy.
Emma’s temper flared. “We can’t walk all the way back to Indianapolis.” She stopped, clearing her throat in an effort to remove the panicked shriek. “I only have a little over four hours to make that call.”
Clovis kept walking, gaze focused on the horizon. “We’ll figure something out.”
She took off after him, limping from the pain in her thigh. “I don’t think you understand, Clovis.” Her voice was harsh in an effort
