His ears felt it before his brain understood. A clap of sonic noise, experienced as a vibrational wave rather than actual sound.
“Holy f**k,” he yelled.
Olivia.
Before he even knew what was happening, he was out of the car and racing back toward the gate. He slipped through just before it closed. The quiet resort looked like a war scene. The guards had gotten knocked down by the force of the explosion. Bursts of orange flame roiled in billowing clouds just beyond the curve of the road. From the direction of the Jacaranda Cottage. People were running this way and that, as if they weren’t sure where to go or what to do. Someone kept yelling “call nine-one-one, call nine-one-one.”
Behind him, he heard Laine calling to him, “Jake! Jake!”
“Keep going,” he yelled after her. “Get yourself to
