Font Size:
“Yeah.”
“These pins.”
“What about them?”
“They match the disappearances.”
His head turns slowly toward me.
“All seven?”
“Yes.”
Which means those people didn’t vanish.
They moved.
They joined.
Boone exhales slowly.
“They volunteered.”
“Yes.”
But that’s not the part that scares me.
The part that scares me—
is how organized it looks.
Eli’s voice cuts back through the room.
“And that’s why we’re expanding again.”
He gestures toward a clipboard near the front.
“If anyone here feels called to help beyond the local teams…”
A few people glance at each other.
Hopeful.
Curious.
“…we have opportunities.”
My stomach tightens.
Recruitment.
Right here.
Out in the open.
Eli’s gaze sweeps the room.
And stops on Boone.
