CHAPTER TEN
As they hiked into the canyon, the sun beating down on them without a cloud in sight or even the faintest stirring of wind, Harley thought back to what she’d had to drink that day: a coffee, a 16.9-ounce bottle of water, and…
And that was it. Nothing else.
We haven’t even found this Cobra fellow yet, she thought dismally. At this rate, there’s a good chance we’ll be nothing more than a pair of shriveled husks at the side of the road as he comes whistling back. If he tries to run or fight…
She stopped to take a breather, planting her hands on her hips. Beads of sweat rolled down her ribcage, her legs, and the small of her back. Her head was beginning to feel buoyant, like a balloon slowly filling with helium.
“Doing alright, princess?” Callaway said.
She didn’t need to loo
