He pushed forward, jumped over sticks and stones, ducked under branches and boughs. Stumbling to a stop, he looked around. The direction had changed.
Closing his eyes, Nash focused on the tugging sensation, and he turned to his right. His heart drummed in his ears as he jumped over a creek. Moss covered the ground and the tree trunks, a bird screeched as he approached. The following silence sent a shiver down his spine.
Minutes ticked by, but Nash kept running. Nothing would ever make him stop running.
His phone buzzed in his jeans. At first, he ignored it, but after another ring, he stopped and grabbed it—Ellis.
“Did you find him?”
“Not yet.” Nash was panting, sweat dampening his hair.
“When you get there, wait for us.”
“What?” His grip on the phone hardened, and he feared he’d break it. Ellis was quiet for a long time, his breaths a little ragged and Nash suspected he was having a vision.
“I don’t know, but it’s important you wait.”