“Those friends of yours seem to want something pretty bad,” Mike said as he rolled over and got back on his feet. “What I don’t get is why they think we can help them.”
“You were taken as hostages,” Joe explained. “They were going to use you to force me into something.”
“Into what?” Sandy wanted to know.
Joe stepped over and put his hand on Sandy’s shoulder. “Look,” he said. “I know I’ve acted badly the last couple of days. I should have told you right from the beginning. But, as I say, it’s a long story and we just don’t have time now. Will you trust me for a little while longer?”
Sandy nodded. “Sure. What’s the next move?”
“To find Hank and Mr. Cook.”
“Do you know where they are?”
Joe shook his head. “No idea.”
Sandy thought for a moment. “They probably went back to the house after we disappeared.”
“That sounds right,” Joe said. He looked up at the sky doubtfully. “But we’ll never make it by dark.”