They’d been walking for maybe forty minutes when Nate started to worry. Not about the jungle, or the distance to the airstrip, or even the possibility of pursuit.

He was worried about Prue.

She hadn’t said a word since they’d left the SUV. Not one. Just followed behind him through the undergrowth, stepping where he stepped, ducking under branches when he held them back for her, moving like she was on autopilot. She was too quiet. Way too quiet for a woman who’d been chattering and ...