Chapter 7

Is that what you do—smell things, wrong things and supernatural things and stuff?

He really didn’t want to know, but he’d probably find out soon enough. And Alex might even find out about the hawk…That was the scariest idea of all, at least right now.

“What are we supposed to be doing exactly?” That seemed like a safer question. He did need to know after all. Alex wore black, but Manuel was in his normal green military style uniform, not real obtrusive, but still well known to anyone along the border, no matter which side or what their purpose was for being there. Would he feel safer in something less obvious or not?