Chapter Twelve
Padric snatched up his backpack and dug around for his binoculars and phone. He handed the binoculars to Zoe.
“Keep your eye on the spot where they went down. Is there still smoke?”
“Oh yeah.” She scanned the surrounding area while he turned on his phone. “I think they’re near the Hope Trail, the one that wraps around Lookout Mountain. This trail intersects with the Hope Trail. Probably an hour hike away.”
“They need emergency help, not us.” He dug out his phone; no service. “f**k, we’re out of range here.”
“They probably sent out a mayday.”
“I hope so. Come on, let’s get to higher ground so we can get a signal.”
“What about going back down? There’s a signal at the beach, I think.”
“I’ll run back down and make the call, you go on ahead. If we can help on the ground,
