Chapter Fifty-Seven
Sophia stood at the perimeter of the haze. She couldn’t see or hear Denton, but she could smell his anger and desperation. He was close by, that she was sure of.
She heard his footsteps crunching on debris before she saw him through the haze. He held the transmitter in one hand.
‘Which platform is the meteorite on?’ Denton said.
Before Sophia could even think of an answer, he’d already taken it from her.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘Take me to it. Or I kill all your friends.’
‘If you do that, you lose the meteorite forever,’ she said. ‘How many years have you been—?’
‘If I hit the transmit switch,’ Denton said, ‘that’s a two for one. Jay and Nasira, last I checked.’
His finger hovered over the transmit switch. He emerged from the haze, his white buttoned shirt streaked in
