Chapter Thirteen
The phone on the counter at Antique Virgin rang three times before Jack picked it up.
“Antique Virgin, good evening. Jack Edwards, antique specialist speaking.”
Good thing Bryce kept his cell phone in his pocket. And I caught Dad before he left for the day. She hoped her luck was finally turning for the better.
“Dad, it’s me.”
“Me who?”
“Dad! Stop kidding around. It’s me, Sax. I’m lost in the woods. I need help.”
“So? Call 911.”
“I tried them already.”
“So why do you need my help then? They’re the professionals.”
Sax closed her eyes and suppressed a scream. He was so frustrating. She took in a deep breath then puffed her cheeks as she let gradually it out. She spoke slowly. “Dad. I’m off a trail in the woods on Mount Peck. I’m here with Bryce and h
