I lasted almost twelve hours before confronting Blade again.
Honestly, twelve hours was probably a personal record but I needed to get a little bit of sleep.
The Denver message sat in the back of my mind all day while members repaired damage around the compound and Casey continued digging through Architect files.
Nobody stopped talking about it or stopped wondering. And Blade kept avoiding every conversation that came remotely close to the subject. Which only made everyone more suspicious.
By late afternoon I finally found him alone. He sat on the back porch of the clubhouse with a cup of coffee and a stack of paperwork while pretending everything was normal.
The problem was that nothing felt normal anymore. Especially not after seeing his reaction.
I walked up the stairs and B
