Chapter 8“Now what do we do?” Margie asked as Dorian drove the dusty jeep away from the small port town.
“We punt,” he replied, smiling tightly.
“I’m not sure,” she told him with a small grin, “that a punt could get us from here back to the mainland.”
“True, but a motorboat could. All we have to do is find one without getting caught by anyone from either side.”
“Then we’d better get off the road and now.”
Dorian gave a sharp nod, seeing what she had, a roadblock half a mile ahead of them, dimly lit but enough so that with his vampire sight he could make out the government troops manning it. He veered quickly between the trees at one side of the dirt road. When they were far enough into them he turned off the jeep and got out.
“We’ll go it on foot from now on,” he told her as he reach
