Page 138 of The Search

“Easy, boy. Move just a little. I’ve got to help him.”

Monty whimpered and shifted to one side.

Her flashlight speared the darkness, and her stomach wrenched. Blood. So much blood.

Puddled around the head.

Oh, God, not Logan.

Rudzak.

Eyes wide open, blood on his white hair, on his face and throat.

Dead.

Not Logan.

The relief was so strong, it made her light-headed.

“Find, Monty.”

He looked at her, confused. Then he started down the pipe again.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Darkness.

Dust.

Monty barked.

“Logan!”

No answer.

But she could see Monty ahead of her, and there had been eagerness in his bark.

“Logan! You answer me!”

“Sarah, what the hell are you doing down here?”

She almost fainted. She had to close her eyes for a moment before she could speak. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m rescuing you.”

“Then get out of here and tell Galen to dig me out.”

“Stop giving me orders. Where are you? I can’t see you.”

“I can’t see you either, but I can hear you. I’m behind one of the collapsed columns in the lab.”

“How many collapsed?”

“Two, one is still holding.”

She wriggled closer to the sound of his voice. “There’s a blockage.”

“That’s what I told you.”