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all the time when we were kids.'' |
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"And Rich doesn't know about the trail?" |
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"No. It's pretty treacherous. I wouldn't try it if we had any other choice." She used her forearm to push aside some long grass and revealed an overgrown path. "Bingo." |
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A shout from behind them made her tense and cast a wary glance back at the woods. Then her eyes met his, and Chris read the fear there. He had never seen fear in her eyes before. He didn't like it. Since when had D.J. cared enough about anything to be afraid? |
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"Let's go," she said, and crouched to enter the tunnellike path. Chris followed her. She brushed the grasses back into place, curtaining off the entrance. "If we're lucky, the rain will wash away our tracks and they'll go right past this." |
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"If we're lucky," Chris muttered. |
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They were both soaked. The rain continued to fall in increasing torrents, the freezing temperature making Chris's body tingle with cold. D.J. took one step forwardand slipped. Chris grabbed for her, but his grasping fingers met thin air. He looked down, but she had disappeared. Under his feet the rain had made the small gulley of a trail into a creek. As he watched, another flood of water came from behind him and his feet slid too. Seconds later he slid downhill amid icy mud and water to land in a large, chest-deep puddle next to D.J. |
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"What the hell happened?" he asked. |
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"The northern Wisconsin version of Romancing the Stone. Mud slide à la ice storm." |
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