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I pulled out my phone to call it in, but I couldn’t get a signal. We were below grade and in the thick of a dense canopy of trees, so it was no wonder I couldn’t get through.
“I can’t get a signal,” I said as I put my phone away. “You were right. We should have called it in before.”
“Should we climb back up and call 911?” Grace asked.
“No, there’s no time,” I said. I chewed the situation over in my mind, and then I added, “On second thought, if you want to call, you can climb back up by yourself, but I’m going to go see what’s going on. I don’t want to risk being too late to save Tyra.”
“I’m going with you,” she said resolutely. “No matter what happens, we’re going to be together.”
“Then let’s go.”
We made our way deeper and deeper into the woods.
It wasn’t that hard a trail to follow. Not only was the brush disturbed where they’d both been running, but there were traces of blood on some of the leaves.
Manny’s wound appeared to be getting worse.
Grace was about to say something when I held my hand up.
Through the trees, I could see that there was something ahead of us.
It appeared that we’d found them at last.