Chapter One Hundred-Forty

Beckett woke to grey light filtering through the cave entrance and the sound of water dripping somewhere outside. At least it wasn’t raining. No, that had stopped around 8:30 PM. He’d always enjoyed the day after rain, everything smelled fresh and new. But not when he was stuck in a fucking jungle, because today was going to be hot and steamy as the water rose up in the heat from the jungle floor.