This was work, and he didn’t need to be egged on. Then, chaos would follow.
She knew him well.
“Just follow me,” she said, as they stepped out onto the ledge, and made their way toward the windows not far away.
One of them was cracked, and she figured that was how they came and went.
They likely kept the door locked so no one would think it was a homeless person. Instead, it was the company that owned the business. When in actuality, it wasn’t.
Never let it be said the homeless population inHolladaywasn’t clever.
They were.
As they both got down, grateful the ledge was as wide as it was, they lifted the window, and it didn’t move easily. Finally, with some forcing it, the frame creaked open.
That’s when they stuck their heads into the room.
And holy shit.
They got an eyeful.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Mac said, staring in shock and horror. “Is that what I think it is?” he asked.
Tora was horrified.
On one wall, there was a set of shelves, and on each shelf, there was a skull. In the eye sockets, there were eyes staring back at them.
Mismatched.
Eyes.
Across from the shelf, there was a chair, and a little table facing the collection ominously.
Like someone came here to stare at them.
And she knew one thing.
This was her fault for putting it out in the universe.
Yep.
She said she wanted a fun case where she wouldn’t be bored.
Now, she wanted to take it back.
Somehow, she didn’t think this was going to be fun.
At.
All.
Chapter One
The Reservation
Same Time
Monday
