Greg was about to turn the jeep around when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Greg, it's Logan. How is everything up there?"
"Fine so far." Greg said. "I'm just about to go back. Everything seems okay. Have you heard anything?"
Greg was concerned. They had agreed to observe phone silence unless something was wrong. What wasn't Logan telling him?
"I've been monitoring the military frequencies in the area. So far, so good."
"So, what is the problem?" Greg asked. As Logan filled him in on their theory, Greg's face paled and his grip tightened on the steering wheel. Pulling over to the side of the road, he put the phone down and turned to look in the backseat. The blanket that had been laying on the seat was pushed to one side. Cursing quietly, he picked the phone up once again. "I think you are right but it may be worse than you think. I'll be in touch." Without further explanation, he tossed the phone on the seat beside him and quickly turned the jeep around. Dust and rocks flew as his foot connected with the accelerator.
Cassi was either back near the road or she had followed Max. Neither one was an especially attractive thought to his father's heart.
