Chapter 11: Wilds

I stood at the edge of the ravine with the wind tearing at me while the enforcers laid it out. The driver had gone through the windshield. There'd been a fight inside the car before it left the road. And there was a blood trail up the far bank, into the treeline, into two hundred square miles of forest. Which meant Kian Draven had gotten out. Which meant somebody was still up there, hunting him. "We'll assemble a search party," the enforcer captain said. "Full teams. It'll take four hours...