Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Five

They’d been walking for maybe forty minutes when Beckett started to worry. Not about the jungle, or the distance to the airstrip, or even the possibility of pursuit.

He was worried about Bea.

She hadn’t said a word since they’d left the SUV. Not one. Just followed behind him through the undergrowth, stepping where he stepped, ducking under branches when he held them back for her, moving like she w