She tightened her grip around Ana’s waist. There was no way the girl could walk out of here on her own.
“Just over a kilometer,” Grant said. “We’ve got a car waiting. Then we’ll drive to the airstrip where we have a plane ready to pick us up.”
“I’ll carry her,” Antonio said, reaching down to pick her up.
Maddie nodded and turned back to Grant, wishing she could see the familiar bright blue eyes she remembered all too well. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“You can thank us later, once we get out of here in one piece,” Grant said.
She slipped through the shadows behind them toward the edge of the compound, trying to swallow the fear threatening to engulf her. Because she’d seen what they had done with her coworker from the hospital. And knew what they’d do to her if they caught her trying to escape.
She glanced back at the cooking fires, before hurrying to catch up with Grant. The men were still busy eating, and there were no signs of any of the guards in front of them. But even that didn’t help calm the panic. She quickened her steps across the tangled mass of vines beneath her feet, her rib cage pressing against her lungs as they hurried over a low section of the wall and then hastened into the forest. She was terrified the men were following in the darkness. Terrified this wasn’t really over. Because somehow, she’d become the prey in a game she didn’t know how to play.
She stumbled, but Grant was there to catch her. She felt his arm wrap around her waist. Felt the warmth of his hands as he steadied her. And caught a glimpse of his expression as he looked at her.
“We’re almost there,” he said, breaking into her thoughts.
She caught a glimpse of the waiting car as they came out of the thick wooded area. A second later, a streak of orange lit the night air in an arch and then dropped back toward the horizon, enveloping the car in a ball of flames.
Maddie watched in horror as flames completely consumed the vehicle. She stumbled backward, away from the heat radiating from the car. Someone had to have seen them escape, which meant they needed to run. But where? Darkness had long since settled in around them. Without a vehicle—without knowing where they were going—finding their way out of here was going to be almost impossible.
And whoever had set off the explosion was somewhere nearby. She searched beyond the blaze lighting up the night sky, but saw no one.
Please, God, please... You’ve brought us this far. There has to be another way out.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“We run!” Grant grabbed Maddie’s hand as she continued to pray, pulling her away from the scene with Antonio carrying Ana right behind them.
Smoke filled her lungs as they ran. Her eyes burned, and her legs threatened to give out, partly from fear, partly from the excursion. Her mind scrambled to sort through the facts as she knew them, while trying not to stumble beside Grant. She’d seen the explosion. Someone had purposely blown up that car. Which meant they were out there. After them. Guilt slivered through her. Grant should never have tried to come after her. Even with his military background, he’d put not only his life, but the life of Antonio at risk. And she’d seen the kind of men who had been holding her. Even if they ran, they would come after them.
Lit only by the night sky, Maddie clutched the strap of her backpack with one arm and struggled to keep up with Grant as they ran along a narrow dirt path, shielded on one side by the thick forest. She glanced back, worried about how long Antonio would be able to carry Ana. Worried about how long all of them could continue at this pace. All she could do was pray that the shadows would play to their advantage and hide them from the rebels.
Grant’s hand gripped hers as they ran. Silvery traces of moonlight encircled them, bathing the surrounding terrain in a hazy glow. How had her situation escalated to this? Until the past few days, she’d firmly believed her decision to come to Africa had been worth any inconveniences of life in a foreign country. Even if her decision to come had been partly selfish.
After four years of dating “Mr. Right,” reality had hit her, and she’d realized she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life in settling for what everyone else wanted for her. But not what was best for her. In joining a medical team working in Guinea-Bissau and escaping the American rat race, she’d hoped to find a missing part of herself in helping others.
What she’d found had been far more than she’d expected.
While her family had been convinced she was crazy for even considering the idea, it had been here, in one of the poorest countries in the world, that she’d found an unexplainable joy. And slowly, she’d begun to find that missing piece of herself. Even the tragedy and heartache she faced at the hospital every day was countered by the deep sense of community, faith and a life never taken for granted by those around her.
She kept running. The sticky night air pressed against her and her lungs. She fought for air as she listened for signs of pursuit from behind. Lightning struck in the distance. The night around them hummed with the sounds of insects and other nocturnal creatures. If someone was after them, she couldn’t hear them.
Grant held up his hand and then led her off the road and into the edges of the dark forest. “We’ll stop here for a moment. Hopefully we’ve put enough distance between us and whoever’s out there, but I need to contact my pilot. Keep your eyes out for anyone following us.”
Grant pulled out a phone from his back pocket. Maddie pressed her hand against her chest, trying to catch her breath while he held up his phone to get a better signal. Lungs still constricted, she bent down next to Ana where Antonio had laid her on the ground. The young girl groaned, but at least her fever was down slightly.
“I can’t get through,” Grant said, walking another dozen feet away from them, still holding up the phone.
Antonio knelt down beside her. “How is she?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s malaria, but I don’t have the resources to treat her properly. I can give her the rehydration drink for now, but she needs to be at a proper hospital with an IV drip and a dose of antimalarial drugs.”
For now—just like at the camp—she’d have to do with their limited resources.
Maddie looked up as Grant walked back toward them. Memories flooded through her mind. He had always been the tall, quiet hero she’d looked up to. Her brother’s best friend. The man who brought toffee for the holidays and refrigerator magnets from his travels for her mom. He’d also been the man who’d cried at Darren’s funeral and stood beside her as they laid the casket into the ground.
And now he’d come to rescue her.
“Why’d you come for me?” she asked. She caught the weight of the situation in his gaze.
He hesitated as he studied her face. “I promised your brother before he died I’d look after you.”
And six years later he’d risked his life to keep that promise?
Her heart stirred as she dropped her gaze. “What do we do now?”
“I sent a text to the pilot. All I can do now is hope it gets through. I’m worried he might be walking into a trap if they land at the airstrip right now.”
“Who is he? Your pilot friend.”
“His name’s Colton Landry. He dropped us here three hours ago. He grew up on both sides of the border. His mother’s from Michigan and his father’s French Canadian. He works as a pilot for West African Mission Aviation. They use aircraft to help provide medical care, rescue and disaster relief, as well as transport of medical and food supplies.”
“And he agreed to be a part of your crazy plan?”