Betwixt

Watching him is pitiful. Dale slowly stands and steps back. Adam sits up and wipes his nose with his finger.

"She's not dead."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do. We need to find her. I need you to take me to her."

Adam stands on shaky legs and rubs his swollen cheek. Fear is oozing from his very pores.

"I can't. I can't do it."

"Look, I know what your Dad's expecting of you, but you don't have to."

"How do you know that?" Adam's brows dip together.

Dale shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter right now, okay? We're ru

Adam shakes himself loose and gives a small nod. With jittery hands he grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder. His knuckles are white as he grips the strap. I watch his freshly bruised face twitch and my insides spark with foreboding.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

As we race through the back of the school and jump into the grey hunk of junk, my nerves begin to twitter. I feel like my blood is begi

A police siren wails in the distance and I jerk to see if it's right behind us. Turning back around, I slump down in the back seat and close my eyes. He shouldn't be doing this for me. It's too much risk.

I could argue until my brain explodes, but I keep coming back to the same point. In order to prove his i

I look at his beautiful face in the rearview mirror. His eyes are dark with concentration. I can see worry skirting around the edges of his expression as he glances into the mirror and catches my eye... not that he knows it. I bite my lip and blink at tears.

"Where are you going? I said Artic Canyon Road. You're going the wrong way."

"I just need to get something from my house."

"Are you crazy?" I lean forward. "You might get caught."

"I need Jester," he fires into the back.

"I didn't know your dog could find people."

"Me neither," Dale mutters, "but I think he knows Nicole."

"How?"

Dale ignores Adam's question as he screeches to a stop outside his place. Taking a minute to assess the house, he lets out a breath. "Well, Mom's car isn't here. Let's hope she's not home."

Glancing over his shoulder, Dale jumps out of the car and runs around the back of the property. Adam and I wait in agitated silence. I can see his hand hovering near the door handle.

"Don't even think about it."

He looks out the window, one hand gripping the edge of his bag until I think his fingers might puncture the material, while the other hand taps the door handle. I watch in agony as his mind ticks over in slow motion, eventually he lets out a sigh and leans back in his seat as Dale runs towards the car with Jester in tow.

I shuffle to the far side of the seat as Jester clambers in next to me. He starts barking and trying to lick my face.

"Stop it!" I push him away and he lets out a little whine.

"Your dog is nuts, man." Adam watches Jester with a frown.

Dale lets out a nervous laugh as he pulls back onto the road and races towards the San Bernardino National Forest.

It takes about thirty minutes to reach Artic Canyon Road. I spent most of the trip staring out the back window, expecting to see cops on our tail at any moment. If I was in human form, I'd probably be sweating blood right now. I can no longer control my limbs, they are shaking with a cold that seems to be seeping into my very core.

I want to mutter that I'm cold. I know that will make Dale hurry. I know it will help him to look harder, fight harder and make sure I survive this, but he doesn't know the truth.

He should.

He needs to.

He can't put his life on the line for my sake.

Would he still be risking all this if he knew?

He'd find me either way now. They'd search. Jester would smell my body and he'd prove his i

"Here." Adam indicates for Dale to pull over.

We get out of the car. I notice Adam hesitate by the door. He reaches for his bag, but after a sharp look from Dale decides to leave it in the car.

I glance past him at the surrounding area and frown.

"This doesn't even look familiar," I whisper.

"It's day time."

Adam looks at Dale weirdly. He clears his throat and points to the guardrail. It's dented and blue smears of paint are ru

Adam blanches and steps away, looking skittish.

Returning to the car, Dale frees a barking Jester.

"Where are you?" He looks up for me as Adam glances behind him, looking totally freaked out by Dale's strange behavior.

"I'm by the front passenger door."

Dale leads his dog to me and stands patiently as Jester thoroughly sniffs my ankles, all the way up to my crotch.

"Hey!" I slap at his nose.

Dale bites back a smile.

"C'mere Jess." He tugs the leash and makes the dog sit as his feet. Bending down, he rubs Jester's ears while looking at his eyes. "I need you to find her for me. You just follow that smell, okay boy?"

Jester barks. I want to tell Dale this is so not going to work, but bite my tongue. He doesn't need my standard negativity right now. Looking just a touch nervous, Dale unhooks Jester's leash and steps back.

"Go hunting, boy. Go on."

He points to the embankment and Jester does a flying leap over the guardrail. He has got to be the only one enjoying this right now.

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to stave off the cold as Dale cautiously climbs over the guardrail. He stops and looks back at his quiet friend.

"Let's go."

The giant blond suddenly seems small as he scratches his neck and runs a hand through his hair. "I don't want to, man."

Dale's face turns a dark shade of black.

"Get your butt over here, Hutton."

I wouldn't argue with that tone of voice either. I nibble on my pinky nail as I watch the exchange. After what seems an age of stony silence, Adam raises his leg and joins Dale on the other side.

The loose debris is slippery beneath their feet as they half walk, half slide down the embankment. Dale catches his balance against a tall tree.

"Any of this look familiar?"

Adam shrugs, looking a

I reply, "It all looks the same. I'm not sure how far down I am."

Dale nods and continues edging his way down the slope. Adam's reluctance to follow is irritating, but it can't beat the feeling swamping me.

The thought drums in my brain until my head is hurting with the effort.

He can't find me until he knows.

I grip my temple and want to whimper. Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a quick breath and yell. "Stop!"

Dale nearly lands on his backside, but he manages to catch himself on a branch and stand straight. He looks back towards me, anxious after my sudden outburst.