Griffin said, “Savich is in trouble himself.” He immediately called Bettina Kraus, woke her up. He talked faster than he’d talked to Savich. When he rang off, he said, “She’ll be here with agents as soon as she can get everyone rounded up. Say two hours.”
“Good. No, Griffin, I know you’re going to say something stupid like I should walk to the bottom of the road and wait. No way.” She stood up, brushed the dirt from her pants. She shook a teacher’s finger at him. “Don’t even try it. Consider me your second skin until this is over.” She sighed. “To think I came to Gaffer’s Ridge to do a human interest interview, and look what happened instead. No, keep quiet. I’m not about to leave those girls. We’ll be ready for him. I’ve still got the gun.”
“You nearly died—twice.”
“And you were very close yourself. Now, we’re wasting time. What do we do?”
He got to his feet. “I doubt we have much time before Quint gets here to see what’s left of us after the landslide.”
Carson pulled the small Colt Griffin had given her from her waistband, said in a calm voice she didn’t recognize as hers, “Let’s get the murderous bastard and rescue those girls.”
They walked back toward the gate.