“The overheated engine boiled smoke from beneath the hood. It sat on the crest of a small hill in the midst of an expansive semi-desert of scrub grass and sand. The vista was broken by the occasional copse of trees, scrub brush, cacti, and the dark silhouettes of mountains on the horizon. The group piled out of the dead vehicle. Grant studied the sky. If the helicopter flew over, even without a spotlight, in its present exposed position the Bronco would be clearly visible. ... Tedesco rubbed a hand over the hood of the SUV and shook his head. “We’ve got to try to hide this thing, or they’ll know we’re on foot,” Grant said. “And it won’t take them long to find us after that.” He scanned the slope behind him. He didn’t even consider attempting to push the big vehicle up and over the top of the hill. Down was the only option.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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