Too quiet.
Deserted, since I took them to the Last Stand Tavern.
Aspen steps out beside me before I can stop her.
“Stay close,” I murmur.
“I will.”
I believe her.
But that doesn’t mean I relax.
Not even a little.
“Set perimeter,” I order.
The team moves instantly.
CIA spreads too.
Too close.
Too coordinated.
I don’t like it.
Not one bit.
“Barn first,” I say.
No argument this time.
Good.
Because I wasn’t asking.
The door creakswhen I push it open.
Loud in the silence.
Inside—
Dust floats in the air.
Moonlight cuts through broken slats.
Everything still.
Everything untouched.
But I feel it.
That edge again.
Something’s here.
Or was.