Chapter 401: Tuesday. Mlilo Research Center, South Africa.

THE SUN WAS barely peaking over the horizon. Grit was still stuck in Paxton's eyes. He'd barely slept between wanting to keep an eye on Coco and listening for danger. He shouldn't have played with the kids. The visions of danger were all the more terrifying when he could put names to the precious faces in those nightmares.

Coco squeezed Paxton's hand as they walked the distance from the main road toward the old resort where she'd made her home.