Danny Cavanaugh called out. Brenna and Nick looked at each other. They’d been on every floor of this decrepit building, working their way from the ground floor up, until this one, floor seven. It seemed as though someone had started to knock the place down, but had given up on it, leaving the rare visitor to navigate around piles of bricks and debris, on floors that were falling apart to begin with. In certain spots, you could see straight through to the support beams. Treacherous. Brenna couldn’t believe the elevators still worked. The ventilation system, on the other hand . . . As cold as it was in here, the whole building had a smell to it that seeped into your pores. No wonder Orion preferred to take his chances outside. This wasn’t a place to squat in, even if you were desperate. “You think Danny really did find something this time?” Brenna said. Morasco shrugged.
