Agent Banks closed the door to the conference room and rubbed his hands together. “I know we’re here to discuss today’s schedule, but first I’ve got news for you.” The six teens stared back at him without enthusiasm. “Detective Hamilton found The Hand’s residence in Canada.” Jaci gasped. “Thank heavens! When?” “This morning.” “Did he catch him?” Banks shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. Looks like The Hand cleared out. Hamilton found the attic you spoke of. He’ll dust for prints and vacuum for DNA, but he said it looks like the house went through a war. Parts of it have been blown away.” “So where is he now? The Hand, I mean?” Sara asked. “We don’t know. Don’t worry, though. We’ll get him.” He glanced around the table. “Now, to business. You know that Ricky and Neal are leaving.”
