Escape from the Everglades by Tim Shoemaker

Author:Tim Shoemaker [Shoemaker, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Religious / Christian / Mysteries & Detective Stories, YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Religious / Christian / Action & Adventure
Publisher: Focus on the Family
Published: 2021-07-06T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 38

HOW DO YOU STOP SOMEONE from sneaking off and doing something stupid, when you don’t have any idea what they’re planning to do? Parker thought about that for a minute. The answer was obvious. Don’t let her out of your sight.

He checked the time on his phone, and the battery life. He grabbed his trail pack and dumped everything out of it, then refilled it with whatever he could think of that he might need.

Flashlight. Extra batteries. Quick charge stick for the phone. Hoodie. Mosquito spray. Survival knife. Water bottle. Binoculars.

What else?

He was probably forgetting something, but if he didn’t act fast he might be too late. He zipped the bag, slung it over one shoulder, and dialed Wilson.

He answered on the second ring. “Gonna try talking me into knifing tires with you?”

“I had more of a stakeout mission in mind.”

“I’m in. Where?”

“Maria’s. She’s going to try something, and our job is to keep her from doing something stupid. I’ll bike by your house in three minutes.”

Wilson laughed. “I love it. I’ll be on the driveway.”

Sure enough. Parker was still a half block from Wilson’s when he saw his friend straddle his bike with a pack of his own strapped on his back. Wilson stood on the pedals and rode out to meet Parker so he never had to slow down.

Parker filled Wilson in on the ride to Maria’s. By now the whole idea of Jelly “protecting” Parker had him totally annoyed. She would risk Maria’s safety to protect him? He was pretty sure it had something to do with his gimpy arm. She didn’t think he could take care of himself, so she was stepping in like some overprotective mom. Oh yeah, Parker definitely hated that she felt the need to be his Mulan or something. No thanks. Parker could take care of himself.

They stashed their bikes behind a wall of blue crab traps stacked across the street from Maria’s home.

“Let’s do our surveillance from here,” Parker said. They could see through the traps decent enough, and the vantage point gave them a clear view of the house. If Maria tried to leave, they’d see her. And they’d be close enough to do something about it.

“So run this by me again,” Wilson said. “We see her sneaking out, we follow. That’s it? I mean, if she’s on foot . . . great. But what if she has a ride? How are we going to keep up with a car if we’re riding bikes?”

Parker didn’t need Wilson to tell him the plan had some massive logic gaps. But at least they’d be doing something. Maybe they could just block the driveway with their bikes. “You have a better idea?”

Wilson smiled, reached in his backpack, and pulled out his paintball marker. He screwed the barrel in place and just held it out for a second, like he expected Parker to give him a medal.

“Seriously?”

“We can’t keep up with a car, so our job is to keep her from getting in one, right?” Wilson pulled the compressed air cylinder from his pack and screwed it onto the gun.

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