Thatcher’s Mill sat in a foggy haze of the stuff. Jackie could feel them all around, but the problem was being able to zero in. Laurel walked at will through the walls of the buildings, helping their search. Jackie’s biggest worry, other than failing in her efforts to keep the ghosts away from Charlotte, was that they had all moved up to the Thatcher house already. They walked down a narrow side street behind the main row of businesses on the east side of the highway, working the part of town farthest away from Charlotte. Jackie pulled the hood of her FBI-issue rain slicker over her face a bit more. “You see any?” “They’re around,” Nick said. “Some of them, anyway. Usually we see some walking around, though.” “Maybe they don’t like the shitty weather,” Shelby said. Laurel came out of the building next to them, a two-story brick store, its windows shuttered against the cold November night. “There’s one in here,” she said. “Upstairs in an office.” “About time,”
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