CHAPTER 66
They had jogged halfway back to the silos when the helicopter flew by overhead.
“It seems like they’re in an awful hurry. They must have seen us though.”
Jeff and Shelley had been caught out in the open as it roared by.
“Coming from the silo. We need to get back there before they change their minds.”
Jeff kept careful watch over his shoulder, but saw no sign of their return. It did nothing to assuage the itch between his shoulders where it felt as if a bright red target had been painted.
His feet were b****y by the time they turned off the blistering pavement into the dirt of her driveway. At first the dirt was a relief, but every pebble jabbed horribly against his feet.
“I’ve really had enough of this.”
Shelley didn’t respond, not even a word of sympathy.
He continued
