Chapter Thirty

As night fell, Denise grew worried. Sitting by the camp fire, she watched as her brother and Michael continued talking as though they were on a normal camping trip and not preparing for an attack.

Finally unable to contain her impatience she said. "Ok seriously, like what the fuck?!"

Michael looked at her puzzled. "What?"

Before Johnny could intercede Denise asked. "Where the fuck is he?"

Michael quickly ushered her to lower her voice.

Continuing in a whisper she stated. "He should've been here by now."

"That may be true." Michael said quietly. "He could also be watching in the shadows waiting for an opportune moment. Now we just wait."

Raising her hand toward her brother she said. "Then have John do his…. Whatever."