Ben said into the phone. Mia adjusted the air vent to face her. She checked her watch. Then she lifted her thighs, trying to unglue herself from the leather seat of Ben’s Pathfinder. She couldn’t believe she was sweating this much at only ten in the morning. “Look for natural objects sitting in unnatural ways,” he continued. “Parallel sticks. A pile of rocks. Maybe even just one rock in a place you wouldn’t expect to see one.” Mia surveyed the marshland stretched out in front of them. Ninety-six hundred acres. A lot of ground to cover. Even with GPS coordinates, she wasn’t confident Elaina and Cinco were going to find an inconspicuous brown box. But Ben seemed to think there would be clues scattered about, just to keep the game interesting. A movement in the side mirror caught Mia’s eye. A gray pickup pulled over behind them on the shoulder, and Mia recognized the driver even before he climbed down and approached her window. “Yeah, something like that,” Ben said. “Uh-huh… That’s what I mean.”
