Chapter 264

“No signal...”

On a desolate highway just outside Pitkin County, central Colorado, V wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced up at the blazing sun. February or not, the damn thing still burned like hell.

It had been four days since he’d left his nomad clan. Not long ago, Karl and the others had messaged him—they were coming to pick him up and told him to send his location. V had just hit “send” when the comms died.