Chapter 20

What bothered me, though, was that Doc was pale and sweating.

“Can we take a break?” I bent and braced my palms on my knees, exaggerating my breathlessness. “I need to rest.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ed said, catching my nod toward Doc. Maybe he wasn’t such an asshole.

“And me.” Doc groaned and slid his pack off his shoulders and sank down onto it. “How far have we come?”

Hank looked up at the sun, which had finally peeked through an hour or so ago, and glanced back the way we’d come. His eyes became vague as he did some mental calculations.

“I’d say about eight miles.”

“Eight miles in four hours. That’s a whopping two miles an hour. We’re burning up the track.” I took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and offered it to Doc. “How fast were we going yesterday?”

“Where were we yesterday?” Hank grunted. “At least we haven’t seen any smoke or heard any explosions. The Emmyis still there in one piece.”