Chapter Forty Nine
Irene and Ricky were still leaning over Brad’s foot an hour later when Alex ran up. She averted her eyes. “Irene, please. I need to speak with you.” She was breathy from running and there was an undeniable urgency to her voice.
Irene looked up at Ricky. “Go,” he said.
Irene got to her feet and Alex immediately took her by the arm and dragged her to one side. "What’s it like back there?” Irene needed to know.
“It’s not pretty.” Alex pushed sweaty strands of hair from her face. “We’ve got ten dead and four injured. Doctor Dixon says some of ‘em won’t make it. But, Irene, here’s the thing: Someone beat us to the bodies.”
“Someone?”
“Yeah. One of the female passengers told me that when she regained consciousness she saw a man rifling her dead husband’s wallet.”
“Chris
