Rob wiped the sweat from his brow and shivered at the same time. Another fifteen minutes passed and still no sounds or movements were noted.The radio ...uddenly squawked to life and both men jumped at the sound. Rob reached to turn it down and not give away their position to the "enemy" in front of them."Bryan," Andrew's voice said calmly."We really need code names," Bryan remarked as he took the radio to reply. He pressed the button and spoke. "Go ahead." There's a man here that says he knows. Ivory slipped out from under the blanket of furs that shielded her from the icy cold and grasped her clothes tightly to her bosom as she ventured out into the open air. Snow was coming down thick and fast. The bushes, shrubs and rocks that had been peeking through the shallow snow the day before were now hidden beneath a deep white coat. Where was Glade? Ivory stomped through the snow as she sought her lover and soon spotted the shaman in the well-constructed shelter the Cave Painter had. I gulp. It's obvious I'm in trouble. I soon as I get into the truck I know I should start apologizing. The school must've called. They usually do with suspension. Or so I hear. This is my first time. And it really, really sucks. I get in. Right away I can tell he is not a happy camper. At thirty-two years old, Gabe Lock is easy to read. To me at least. To other people he's like a mystery. Which, I suppose, is a good thing given our incestuous relationship. Gabe is my older brother. Seventeen. The men all seemed faceless. She tried to make out their faces but she just couldn’t see them. Then she heard her name being called. A male voice was calling out her name. She also heard ringing. She recognised the tune. Suddenly her eyes opened. She was lying in bed next to Jerome. Karl was standing at the side of the bed holding her handbag, from where the ringing was coming from. Suddenly she remembered where she was. “Your mobile has been ringing for ages,” Karl told her. “Fuck, it must.