Chapter 22
(Tongass. Present day. Wednesday.)
Dace looked at the space she’d dug and shook her head. The rain was getting worse. She’d be in the mud, and though the tree would give her some protection, it wouldn’t keep her warm.
Also, she didn’t know what was happening. Paul and Jonas could be dead. Or, they could have killed that man and were looking for her. Or who knew what else?
So, she reconsidered her options. She’d lived alone outside Talkeetna for a while last year. But she’d had all the gear she needed. Here she had nothing.
And waiting wasn’t going to put her in a better situation. She’d just be colder. Wetter. Hungrier.
If she was going to do something, there was never a better time than now. She got up, used some of the moss to clean the mud off her hands.
Hank had to ha
