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Bishop shoved his gun in the back of his waistband and hopped into the boat, not needing to be told twice.
“You drive,” Spook ordered him. “That way,” he pointed.
They drove along the waterway, and Spook raised his fist, signaling to stop. He pointed to the right and Bishop aimed the boat at the path of tall grass showing signs of passage.
It was getting fucking dark soon.
An eternal two minutes later, Seer pointed. “There.”
Bishop’s heart hammered with dread at seeing a boat turned on its side in the long grass.
“God, please, I’m begging you,” Bishop whispered, hurrying to the boat.
Bishop jumped out with Seer and flipped the craft over. “This is her boat,” Bishop said, searching all around the waters for a bright orange life vest. “Beth!” he yelled, stumbling in the water before calling again as loud as he could. “Beth!”
“I got tracks,” Spook called to his right.
Bishop and Seer spun, hurrying after him.
****
Beth’s lungs burned as she fought to keep her shaky breaths quiet while hiding in the tall grass. The second she’d seen that boat headed toward her, alarms went off in her head. The first sight of a firearm sent her running and when they chased, she knew her instincts had been right. She’d lost them twice and they found her both times. That’s when it hit her they knew about her tracker. They had to. She’d remembered about that mole Bishop warned about. She took to the marsh by foot when she ran out of water to keep on in the boat.
She covered her mouth when a sob rose up her throat. Bishop would know by now something was wrong, and he was likely in a huge panic. She’d heard his Swamp Dragon and then she didn’t.
Please God, let him find me soon.
She carefully turned back onto her stomach and crawled through the grass, needing to put distance between her and whoever was looking for her. Felt like she’d crawled a mile when a noise froze her.
“Don’t move.”
Something hard pressed into her upper spine and she held her breath and sob back. Her upper arms were suddenly cinched behind her back before she could react followed by something covering her head.
She only managed one scream before something that tasted like pine and ash was shoved into her mouth under the head covering before it was held in place by something else.
She forced herself to stop screaming, fighting to see through the porous material as something tugged at her neck, forcing her forward. She realized it was a rope and whoever had the other end of it was taking her for a walk to only God knew.
Tears stung her eyes as she fought to keep her mind steady and alert. She needed to be smart and ready. Bishop had taught her that her chances of escaping an abduction were highest right at abduction. But all his scenarios were mostly in a city, not out in the middle of nowhere.
Whoever had her knew where he was going. She focused on tracking the ground at her feet. If she managed to escape, she’d need markers to find her way. But it didn’t take long before she realized she couldn’t mark in the marsh where everything looked exactly the same.
Oh God, please. Please help me. Then show me the way out of here.
****
The brief sound of a scream reached all of them at once.
“This way,” Spook said, running.
Bishop and Seer followed him through marsh for a good five minutes when he came to an abrupt stop.
“Here,” he pointed at the ground, studying it. “A struggle?”
Bishop looked around, getting the signal from Spook to not make a sound as he continued searching the area.
“Here,” Seer barely said, not pointing at anything.
