Chapter Twenty-eight

Cecilia

As the evening sun continued to warm the air, I stood on the deck. Lifting my face, I enjoyed the breeze upon my skin and blowing my hair. I’d come outside because watching Greyson work was getting arduous, making me feel useless. If I were at Dellinger, I could be actively tracking down leads, talking to security, and finding answers. Instead, I was in the middle of a giant forest.

Pushing those thoughts away, I concentrated on the almost extinguished fire within the brick pit. With lack of fuel, it had mostly burnt itself out. Along with searching through cyberspace, Greyson had been adding kindling all day. Now, at after seven at night, and after burning for over twelve hours, the fire was waning. Tomorrow, Greyson would remove all the ashes and scatter them in the woods.

There would be no detectable connection from the three dead men to us.

If only it was that easy.

I ran my fingers over my purple wrists.