The drive north felt different from every other investigation we had worked because nobody spoke about evidence or suspects and nobody argued over theories. We were following a memory instead of a lead, and somehow that made the silence feel heavier.
Casey had traced the old directions from the fragment Asset Twelve remembered and after several hours on narrow country roads we finally turned onto an overgrown dirt track that disappeared between towering gum trees and Wayne slowed the SUV.
"This matches the old survey maps." Wayne said and I looked out the window.
"It doesn't look like anyone has been here for years." I said.
"It probably hasn't." Wayne said.
Drake reached across the console and squeezed my hand before we climbed out of the vehicle together. The air smelled of damp ear
