Untraceable. Elizabeth Goddard
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of here.”
“If you wanted to go on a suicide mission, why did you call for our help? Huh? Tell me that.” Isaiah didn’t bother to rein in his temper. “You called us to help you out of here. Hear those winds out there? It’s a whiteout. We hike out there now and we won’t be able to see a thing. It’ll be worse than last night. At least we had the night vision goggles then.”
“Maybe he’s right, Zach.” Liam rubbed his tired eyes like a three-year-old. “Let’s at least wait until there’s a break in the storm. We could make some headway then.”
“I need to talk to the others on my team,” Isaiah said. “Figure out the quickest and safest way to the ice field. Believe me, I want this to be over with as soon as possible. Just like you.” Isaiah held out his hands. “Mind untying me now?”
Zach nodded to Liam. “Untie him, then go get the other one.”
Liam’s eyes widened. “You want me to go out there?”
“If you don’t want me to leave you behind when we leave, then yes, go and get him.”
Backing down, Liam shook his head. Zach trained his weapon on Isaiah as if he expected Isaiah to try something as soon as his hands were free. And when Liam left, he just might. But then he thought of Cade and of Heidi.
Liam grabbed his coat and put on his gloves. The tent was small, but at least it was warm.
Isaiah rubbed his hands and wrists. “I’m going to need Heidi, too. She’s part of the team.”
“It’ll get too crowded in here.” Zach shifted on his sleeping bag as if he was already feeling claustrophobic.
“Well, I’m sorry about that, but I need her help to plan our next move.” He needed her to be here with him. Needed to know she was all right after a night with Rhea, although he knew that Heidi could win that battle, if it came to that, hands down.
“All right.” Zach glared at Liam.
The guy unzipped the tent and cold and snow rushed inside. Liam hesitated and Zach kicked him the rest of the way out. There was a chance, though slight, that Liam would get lost altogether and wander into the blizzard, missing the tent. “The next tent over is to your left, Liam,” Isaiah shouted.
He wasn’t sure Liam heard him. He should be the one to go out there. “I don’t know if Liam has it in him to find the other tents in this storm.”
Zach scrunched up his face. “He’s not an idiot. He was out moving snow off the tents half the night. I think he’ll be fine.”
“Have you been out in that yet? Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
The man shrugged.
Isaiah sent up a prayer.
“You praying again?”
“Yep. Praying that Liam doesn’t lose his way.”
Zach’s face paled. “How could he? The tents are right there.”
“You’ve never been in a blizzard like this. It’s called a whiteout for a reason. You can’t see where the sky meets the ground. You can’t see where you’re going. You can even get vertigo.”
“That sounds like a bunch of bologne to me.”
Was that the answer? Should they just let Zach have his way and try to lead him and his crew out during the whiteout? No. Then they would all be at risk.
A few minutes passed. “Let’s pull out the food, get it ready for the others.”
Isaiah busied himself starting up the small camping stove. He opened the vents in the tent.
“What’s taking him so long?” Zach raked his hand through his hair. “How hard could it be?”
“You should have been the one to go.” Isaiah decided he took a little too much pleasure in taunting this guy. “I can go check on them if you want.”
“No. You stay right here.”
“Okay, then we’re both left to wonder if he even made it.” Planting the seed of fear in Zach had worked out better than Isaiah thought.
Zach was suddenly in Isaiah’s face, pressing the muzzle of his gun under his chin. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? One down, three to go.”
Should he wrestle with Zach? Take the gun from him? It was now or never. Squeezing his eyes shut, he reined in the images of taking the gun from Zach. What would that gain him? Jason still had a weapon trained on Cade. He wasn’t sure if Rhea had one, as well.
All he knew was that this wasn’t the right moment.
Someone unzipped the tent and stepped inside.
Heidi.
Isaiah’s heart jumped.
Cade followed.
Isaiah had made the right decision—wrestling with the weapon could have set it off and killed her or Cade.
Liam tried to come inside, too.
“Go with Jason,” Zach said. “There’s not enough room here.”
Heidi sent Isaiah a soft smile, the strain of a restless night in her face. She crawled over next to him, took off her gloves and shrugged out of her coat. “It’s warm in here. How are you holding up?”
“Good.”
She slid her hand over his and squeezed.
Isaiah tried to ignore what her touch did to his heart. He pulled his hand away.
God, I have to get her out of here.
Maybe if he could save her—and Cade, too—then Isaiah could redeem himself. Although he knew that wasn’t true. Only Christ was the true Redeemer. But maybe if he could right this wrong, it would be something. Although he hadn’t been arrested or convicted, hadn’t killed anyone, he knew in some roundabout way, he’d played a role in that murder.
Bundled in her winter gear, Heidi exited the tent.
They’d stared at the maps long enough.
Conserving what water they had, Heidi had used the camping stove to melt snow to drink, and portioned out the energy bars. When the wind had died down, the quiet drew them outside to assess the damage.
Cade, Isaiah and Zach stood next to the snow wall. The tents were nearly buried again, even though the men had taken turns scraping off the snow. Liam, Jason and Rhea were still eating their energy bars, their gazes drawn to the exquisite splendor surrounding them—a pristine but deadly beauty that had threatened their lives.
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