Trish is not just throwing out an idea. She's putting something together.
I swallow. "No. No, that's not it. They wouldn't…"
And then the realization crashes in like a rogue wave. One of them must've heard my conversation with Lucas.
The stash. They took the kid because they wanted the stash.
I nearly shout. "Shit!"
Dom stares. "What?"
"One of the cannibals must've heard me and Lucas talking last night. About the supply spot. The rendezvous was where his group kept their supply which was supposed to be a meeting point for when they ever got separated. They took him to lead them to it."
Trish lets out a furious breath. "Of course. That crazy leader guy… what's his name? Wormy little face, always chewing something."
"Bran?" Dom offers.
"Yeah, Bran. I remember he kept glancing over here while you two were talking."
I curse again. The noise echoes off the cave walls like an accusation.
