But why?
Max must have sensed her turmoil. He leaned in, his voice low. "You think Graves planned all this?"
Alice stared at the ground. "I don't know. But it feels like it."
Max sighed. "Bastard's always three steps ahead."
Alice didn't disagree. Graves had always been a ghost, slipping through their fingers time and time again. But this time, he had left her with something more than just a chase.
The truth.
She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with it.
The storm howled louder, rattling the broken walls.
The older man, the one who had questioned her, spoke again. "What now?"
Alice didn't have an answer.
She should have. She had always been the one with the plan, the next move. But for the first time in a long time, she was lost.
Max glanced at her, then back at the group. He squared his shoulders. "We survive the night. Then we figure out where the hell we are."