“Are we near a road?” Mac asked, putting his mouth close to Kevin’s ear. He was puzzled. Kevin frowned, he looked around. He nodded.
“Hairpin turn,” he said. “But they slid some.”
“Will Rand come by here?”
Kevin shook his head no. “Don’t know why they are here, to be honest. There’s a road, but it’s not the one we took to get here. Maybe they took the wrong fork a mile back.” He gestured to the left — east Mac thought.
Mac tried to visualize the map and their trajectory on foot that got them here. He shook his head. Not that it mattered all that much. Here it was. And somewhere there was at least one guy. He studied the vehicle. There were no lights. No signs of anyone moving. It raised alarms. Kevin started to move forward. Mac put his hand on his arm, stopping him. “Wait,” he said.
