In the previous episode, the police sergeant rides into camp, looking for Alan. Readers voted that Kristi overhears part of their conversation.
Kristi slipped toward the entrance, pressing herself against the wall as Alan the sergeant came striding down the path, past the tomb. Edmund’s breath on the back of her neck tickled.
“I can’t see,” he whispered. “What is it?”
“Shhh,” she said.
“I appreciate your help,” the sergeant was saying. “We’ll be on the lookout.”
“Let me know if you find anything.” Alan shook his hand.
“We will,” he said, turning and walking in the direction of the camp.
“What was that all about?” Edith appeared beside Alan, dusting off a shard of pottery with her fingers.
Alan shrugged. “Nothing important.”
“Really? That’s a long ride to make for nothing.”
One of the men came hurrying up, interrupting them. “Mister Wright, I was looking for the–”
As he reached them, the sound of a gunshot echoed sharply against the cliffs. Edith and Alan ducked. With a surprised look on his face, the man sank down, falling slowly onto his face, a patch of red blossoming against the back of his dirty robe.
Edmund pushed her out of the way and ran towards the man. Kristi hesitated a moment and then crawled after him, keeping as close to the ground as she could. Alan had pulled out a gun and was crouched behind a rock, scanning the cliffs. Edmund crouched over the prostrate man, feeling for a pulse.
“He’s gone.” He shook his head.
“Then get back,” Alan waved at them. Edmund released the man and pulled Kristi behind a rock.
“Ow,” she complained, rubbing her elbow. “Geez.”
“What in the blazes happened?” Geoffrey called from somewhere above them.
“Malik was shot,” Edmund called back.
Geoffrey came bounding down the path, ignoring Edith’s shouting at him to stay back. Kristi held her breath, but the cliffs remained silent. Some of the men followed him cautiously, breaking into a low, keening wail when they saw the fallen body.
“We should divide up and look for the shooter,” Alan said.
Geoffrey nodded. He addressed the men in Arabic, and then turned back to them. “Alan and Edmund, you take the far side of the valley. Miss Parker and Miss Davis, stay here.”
“We’re coming,” Kristi and Edith said at the same time. Edith gave her a small smile.
“No, you’re not,” Geoffrey said.
Kristi glowered at him, and then turned and marched in the direction she thought the shot had come from. “Come on, Edith.” The other girl hesitated, looking back at Geoffrey.
“Suit yourself.” With an annoyed scowl, he turned and headed in the opposite direction.
“Wait,” Edmund sighed and hurried to catch up with her. “Miss Davis, you go with Alan. Miss Parker can come with me.”
“Fine,” Kristi shrugged. Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.