We learned two things when we swam up to the bank farther down the river. One, Aspen had been camping. There was a tent, and she hurried inside to change clothes. Second, two of our phones still worked: Zellman’s and Cross’. The two that had been double-bagged and put inside Jordan’s baggie survived the trek. Mine and Jordan’s, both only in one condom, hadn’t made it.
We’d need to have a phone funeral, but we had more important things to handle. Job one being getting the hell out of Dodge. The cops had descended back down the hill, so Cross turned his phone on to call Race. He strolled down the river, looking for the road.
His voice traveled down to us. “Yeah. Is Taz’s synced with me? You see where we are?” A pause. “No. We had to go in the river to hide from the cops. Did you see them?
