Then, cutting through the rustling of the leaves, a soft, trembling voice carried on the night air. “Where is he?” The words, though hushed, sent a jolt of recognition coursing through Mike. He knew that voice.
Relief warred with the fear in his chest. Nicole was here. Had she really ventured into the darkness alone, following a call she must have realized was fraught with danger? Mike swallowed again, thickly.