Brad was feeling wobbly. It was too much: terrorists, Randall Drake, Josie, and whatever man (or beast) that was emanating the gawdawful bellows. Yet, everything else was swept aside, leaving Brad with but one thought: Emerald.

Was she safe? He had to find her.

As if on cue, Brad’s ears were again assaulted by a dreadful sound: “Brad, I’m skeeeeeered!" Jocelyn again grabbed his arm which was unbearable at the moment.

“Jocelyn, I swear to God, ...