The rain finally stopped sometime before dawn and the sky looked washed clean while the clubhouse gathered around the address attached to the key.
Nobody like it and nobody trusted it. But everyone wanted answers.
I stood beside Drake near the main table while Blade spread a county map across the surface and Casey tapped the marked location with the end of a pen.
“Old church.” He said.
“Like actual church?” Heath asked.
“Used to be.” Casey said.
“Nobody owns it now?” Brax asked looking toward the map and Casey shook his head.
“Property records went dead years ago.” Casey said. That alone felt suspicious.
The ride out happened an hour later and then abandoned church sat almost hidden behind overgrown trees and cracked stone walls.
The building looked forgotten, the windows
