Chapter 7
The next morning, Lauren had been a long time getting over the discomfort of leading the track. She knew nothing about tracking wildlife. Hunting explosives or a human was different. The habits of a Taliban gunner or an al-Qaeda bomb maker were second nature.
“Don’t look at me,” Emily had protested. “I grew up in D.C. and made my living in a helicopter.”
Michael had settled into some speechless state that was only a little more silent than his normal state of being. Since the man was completely unreadable at any time, it wasn’t that much of a change.
“My knees are getting too old for skulking along, girl. You show us how it’s done.” And Mack had settled back into following and doing some harmless flirting with Emily.
Patrick came to her side cautiously, unsure of his welcome
