CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
July 8, 2010
Late Morning
“Come on, we should get out of here,” Martin urged.
The morning’s hike had just gathered speed and optimism when their route crashed through a clearing that wrecked their hopes of stealth. Two cameras perched above them on birch trees, bound with metal clamps to the trunks, glass eyes glinting down on them with menace.
Calvin withdrew beside Martin deeper into the foliage cover. “I doubt those are the first of their cameras. They’re probably tracking us already.”
Calvin’s forehead felt dry and itchy. The key was still wrapped in a sock in his pocket. If he could just pull it out and touch the cool burn of its metal, he knew he’d feel better.
“Let’s see if I can still throw worth anything,” Martin muttered. Before Calvin could stop him,
