Chapter TwentyBeat: Now“What happened?”
Charlotte had collapsed, Green had grabbed Beat’s arm, and they’d all swerved and tumbled together behind a stone wall that was probably a goat pen. It sure stank like one. Her side ached as if they’d run a hundred miles, not less than one. Her right knee was screaming, must have twisted it when she dove out of the plane. The moon had set and the world had gone pitch dark, the last fifteen minutes were more about stumbling into things than running.
About three a.m. local would be her best guess.
“What happened?” Green shook her arm and it hurt.
“They shot the radios.”
“While you were in the plane?”
“Before. When they killed the pilot, they shot the radios.”
“Then what was all the shooting when you were in there?”
“What, Green, is this twenty
