Falcon comes back and we follow Owen to get to the back of the property we’re parked at.
A light comes on in the yard as Owen steps onto the grass.
He takes a quick look around before he moves on, headed for the fence at the back of the yard.
He sees the gate before we do and opens it, out into the woods.
I check my phone. “Signal’s sketchy now.”
“Are we straight ahead for how long?” Owen asks.
“Ten minutes, give or take.”
“Then?” he asks.
“Then, either the woods end or we’re going a little more to the right for the next five minutes. That should get us to the back of Barrister’s house, just on the wrong side of the barrier.”
Owen nods. “That’ll work. We can find a way over it.”
I slip my phone back into my pocket.
Falcon takes the lead, rushing ahead.
I follow him, and Owen follows me.
I feel every second for the next fifteen minutes.
It’s like time has slowed to a crawl.
And when it comes back up to the right speed, the three of us are standing at the edge of the woods, looking at an impossible obstacle.
The barrier surrounding the community isn’t some flimsy fence with a weak point we can utilise.
It’s an eight-foot-tall wall, with security lights and cameras every five meters.
We’re just outside of the lit area where we are.
The second we move toward the wall, whoever’s watching those camera feeds will see us.
“I think we might need to go to Plan B,” Owen admits.
“No,” Falcon states, shaking his head. “It’ll take too long to make a report and get a cop to come out here. Anything could happen … We need to get over there, and we need to get over there right fucking now.”
He looks ready to leap at the wall and hope for the best.
I don’t want to see him shot to pieces.
“What about Dr. Morgan?” I ask Owen.
He frowns at me. “What about him?”
“You think if he spoke to that detective, he could do something to force Corvina out of her?”
“Uh. I think his abilities only work when he’s touching someone.”
“Yeah, if he needs to check them. We already know that cop was brainwashed. Maybe there’s something he could say to get rid of Corvina? That cop might be our best chance of getting inside those walls. She already got in there with Robin. Maybe she can help us get Robin out.”
“That sounds complicated,” Falcon admits. “I don’t want to keep Robin waiting. We don’t know what’s going on in there.”
