Her head felt like a sculptor was going at it with a hammer and chisel. Nick stood at the window, staring out through his reflection. Laurel sat weightless on the end of her bed, legs dangling through the footboard. Shelby had contacted her after leaving the scene, and the hospital was a place sh...
Nick sat in his darkening office, considering what possible preparations they could make and wondering how he was going to keep the FBI out of this until the end. He had no answers. Until Drake made his presence felt again, there was little for them to do other than search the city and hope they ...
Thatcher’s Mill sat in a foggy haze of the stuff. Jackie could feel them all around, but the problem was being able to zero in. Laurel walked at will through the walls of the buildings, helping their search. Jackie’s biggest worry, other than failing in her efforts to keep the ghosts away from Ch...