“One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Next time you bring an analyst with you…”
His eyes flick toward the sanctuary.
“…tell Wren McKay she doesn’t need to hide behind county paperwork.”
The air leaves my lungs.
They know her too.
“Good evening, Boone.”
He walks back into the church like nothing unusual happened.
I stand in the hallway for a moment.
Processing.
Then I head back into the sanctuary.
Wren is waiting near the door.
Her eyes search my face immediately.
“What happened?”
I glance toward the hallway Eli disappeared down.
Then back at her.
“Well,” I say.
“They know who we are.”
Her expression tightens.
“How bad?”
I take a slow breath.
“Bad enough that they’ve been watching us for years.”
Silence stretches between us.
Then she asks the question we both already know the answer to.
“So what do we do now?”
I look toward the church doors.
Toward the quiet Montana town beyond them.
“Now?” I say.
“Now we find out who’s really running this thing.”
