I asked when Rowan took the exit to my former home. “It was on the way.” He drove the Camaro through the same streets James and I had traveled a few days ago. He seemed to know the route well. In minutes, he pulled the Camaro to a stop outside the locked gate and shut off the engine. I stared at the ruin through the windshield, noting how different it looked in the afternoon sunlight. Different, but not familiar. “I want you to show me what you observed,” Rowan said. “If it truly wasn’t the labs, then we might have been set up.” “You think the Alchemica was destroyed to get to you?” Did the man’s ego know no bounds? “It does seem an elaborate plan, but I won’t know until you show me what you found.” He pulled the keys from the ignition and climbed out of the car. “Can you believe this guy?” I asked James. My buddy grunted and pushed the driver’s seat forward so he could climb out.
