Blackfeather Woods see, the devil is a liar

A manhunt? Dulce’s first instinct was to say no and to turn, run, escaping the threat of responsibility. The first woman had stopped speaking, though she seemed almost as shocked at the task as Dulce was at her own reply, Okay. Okay? The word had slipped out before she’d even had enough time to convince her mouth to not move tostaystill. 

Before we even continue with the conversation, it’s important to note that at this point, Dulce had clocked out. Her mind was running a mile a minute, bouncing from this to that; what was she thinking? A “big” and “nasty guy” didn’t sound like someone she could reason with and certainly not someone she could beat. 

On the other hand, this woman at the border was visibly pregnant. Dulce had tried not to notice but it was nearly impossible; had it not been for that fact, she might have had enough sense to decline. Unfortunately, she had a soft spot for moms. 

Where do I start to look? Did it happen here? The meadow next door? On the other side of the mountains? If Dulce was going to do this, she needed a lead.