How appropriate that they were in a tomb.
She’d been following River Song for miles, deep into the Peruvian jungle. Whatever there was in this ruin, the other woman wanted it badly to come all the way out here looking. She’d come alone, too, without the aid of a team, and that was just perfect. There would be nothing in Brooke’s way. Nothing, this time, between her and River except for just a few feet of stale air. Today’s the day, she thought to herself. Finally.
Brooke stayed, perched in a twisting tree, crouched there like a cat. The rain dripped off her nose, soaking her clothes. Whatever creatures were hiding in the brush with her were taking shelter from the storm. She wasn’t worried about them. That didn’t break her concentration one bit.Â
River was coming to this tomb today. She knew it.Â
And when she did, Brooke was going to kill her.