“Thanks, Arnold.”
Annja watched him plod through the few remaining feet of tunnel and then disappear outside. She closed her eyes and prayed silently. Please don’t screw this up.
When she opened her eyes, Frank was in front of her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Just hoping you didn’t walk into an ambush.”
“Ambush?” Frank frowned. “Annja, we’re not playing ‘Call of Duty’ here. It’s just trespassing.” He shrugged. “Well, plus the possibility of a monster.”
“Which I take it you did not run into.”
“Right.” Frank turned. “The culvert ends in a ditch, and according to my map, it puts us right about where we need to be. I saw what looked like crime-scene tape a few yards away.”
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