CHAPTER 17
“WE HAVEN’T MISSED the tide, have we?”
“Relax,” Gabe said from the front seat. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
Relax? How could I relax? Kat was still missing. I’d tried calling her ten times this morning, and we’d stopped at her apartment on the way to Lionhouse Reef, but nothing had changed.
Today, Hamid was behind the wheel of the pickup—the same Bedouin who’d driven us on our previous excursions. I gripped Adam’s hand in the back seat, and I had to keep reminding myself he wasn’t a stress toy. He hadn’t said anything, but I’d noticed him grimace a time or two when I squeezed too hard.
I stared out of the window, watching but not seeing the passing scenery. Two trains of thought warred for my headspace. Firstly, Kat and Mo—I was beyond scared for them, but at the same time,
