I step out of the truck.
Cool mountain air hits my face.
Wren joins me a second later.
We head toward the cabin porch.
Lights are already on inside.
Which means the team beat us back.
Good.
The door opens before we even reach it.
Russ Duncan stands there with a mug of coffee.
“Please tell me the church picnic went well.”
I walk inside.
“Depends how you define well.”
Adam looks up from the table where maps are spread out.
Blade Wells leans back in a chair with his boots up.
Miles Newton stands near the window watching the tree line.
Everyone turns toward us.
Wren drops her notebook onto the table.
“They know who we are.”
Silence hits the room instantly.
Russ lowers his mug slowly.
“How much?”
“Names,” she says.
“Backgrounds.”
“History.”
Blade whistles softly.
“Well, that’s uncomfortable.”
Hawk’s expression hardens.
“How long?”
“Years,” I say.
That lands heavier.
