Chapter 41

Then the panic set in.

“Beau? What’s going on, buddy? What happened?” Bryson stroked Beau’s face and side, hoping to calm the breathing pattern. He leaned down and listened to Beau’s chest as if he knew what to make of whatever he might hear. He made a mental list of everything that could possibly go wrong with anything: poisoning, heart failure, disease, heat stroke, allergic reaction, parasite, insect bite. Then he realised that he was wasting precious time. He reached for his phone, panicked when he couldn’t find it—it was alwaysin that pocket—then remembered his previous Google searches, his findings, his phone in his hand…“The ledge!”