She had to fix that sometime, maybe with a pouch on her belt. Something to hide her dagger so she could avoid problems with police would be a good idea too.Drew hadn’t said a single word inside Anne’s house. Only when they reached the line of firs in the back did he speak up. “Where to next?”Claire wanted to talk about the crystal revelation, but thought a graveyard might be more private than Anne’s backyard. “Troutdale. That’s where I grew up. My family is buried in a cemetery there. Goes back a bunch of generations on my dad’s side. If that doesn’t fulfill the ancestors thing, I don’t know what will.”Mist billowed around them, blocking their view of the forest. Claire could imagine the world didn’t exist for a few precious seconds. Then the mist stripped away. They stood behind a truck stop in a cold, dismal drizzle, the stench of rotten food from the nearby dumpster intensified by the weather.“Best I could do,” Drew said. He patted Mutt and nudged him away from the dumpster.
