Frost asked Griffin, inclining her head toward the keys he jingled in his hand, as he sat in the passenger seat of the cruiser. “Oh,” Griffin said, as if just realizing he’d been playing with the keys. “Kyle asked me to bring his bike back from the farm.” Dodge and the Turkette woman were silent in the back. They were heading back out to the farm, an unlikely group ready to confront Ellison, and if they found her, Barnes. Frost still couldn’t wrap her head around the notion that Julie Barnes even owned a gun—let alone shot Cash with one. They were armed to the teeth, but the weapons didn’t give Frost any comfort. The recent revelation that no one could heal from their wounds in this world, meant that any wound could be fatal. She felt fine, herself, and she was glad that she didn’t have any injuries. But she’d noticed Griffin scratching the still-healing lizard bite on his arm. She wanted to ask him how the wound had been faring before the recent shift, but she dreaded hearing a truthful answer from him.
