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She moved toward him.

“Is Rylie in danger?”

“Maybe.”

“Then I’m staying. The baby is sleeping upstairs.”

“Nora.”

“Don’t.”

Wolf stopped.

The married Rangers had chosen strong women.

I had the feeling none of them understood how much trouble that would cause until it was too late.

Wolf looked at the rest of his team.

“Lockdown. Nobody enters or leaves alone.”

The men moved.

Again, no questions.

I followed Will into the kitchen.

The box did not contain an explosive.

It contained a bottle of glossy pink fingernail polish.

A folded sheet of paper rested beneath it.

Will photographed everything before removing the note.

One small drawing had been placed in the center.

A campfire surrounded by nine flames.

Eight flames had been crossed out.

The ninth remained untouched.

Beneath it, the Keeper had written one word.

SOON.

Trigger stood on the other side of the stainless-steel counter.

His hands curled into fists.

“When was it delivered?”

“We’ll check the cameras,” I said.

“What does soon mean?”

“I don’t know.”