Chapter 29
The landline phone rang on the table next to the desk. Jerome Watkins, who happened to be passing her, looked at the screen and warned his boss.
“William, Sir Edwin Clark is calling.”
The aforementioned thought for a moment and replied.
“Tell him that I went to spend the day in Connecticut and left my cell phone turned off because I want to be offline.”
The storm was unleashed after spectacular fireworks in the black sky. Gusts of wind unfolded over the valley, running longitudinally but forming whimsical eddies that lifted the scant soil deposited among the rocks. The seven travelers locked themselves in the cabin and the box of the truck trying to close all the openings through which the cold rainwater seeped. The vehicle, taken over by the gale, was trembling with signs of lying down.
"I'm going to position the truck according to the wind direction." Jack shouted to overcome the external noise. "If I don't, I'm afraid for its stability."