“Yeah.”I cleared my throat.“Just thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
“I know.It’s been a real problem for everyone.”
Piney laughed from where he was inspecting the fake jail.“The jail door locks.”
Push looked over.“Don’t.”
“I wasn’t gonna but her in there.”
“You were.”
Piney shrugged.“I was thinking about it.”
“Don’t.”
Piney sighed.“Nobody lets me have fun.”
I walked deeper into the ghost town area while Push stayed close.I checked the sight lines, the fake alley between the saloon and general store, the space behind the jail.The whole area was full of places a person could hide, especially at night when tourists were being herded through in groups.
“Cameras?”I asked.
Push pointed them out.
One near the dock.
One high on the saloon.
One by the return path.
Not enough.
Or maybe plenty if the person you were looking for didn’t already know where they were.
I turned toward a large oak tree near the edge of the ghost town.Its branches spread wide over a weathered post covered in fake wanted posters.
Something caught my eye.Something familiar enough that my heart kicked once hard against my ribs.
Push followed my gaze.“It’s just fake wanted posters.They’re all over this place.”
I barely heard him.
I squinted and took a step closer.Then another.The world narrowed around the poster.
The paper was aged to look old, edges stained brown, corners curled slightly from weather.Big black letters across the top read WANTED.Beneath it was a grainy black-and-white photo made to look like some outlaw from the Old West.
Except it wasn’t an outlaw.
It wasn’t a random stock photo.
My heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
Push was right beside me instantly.“What?”
Piney called from behind us, “What the hell are you doing?”
