(Ridge)
The quarry looked worse up close than it did from the road.
It always did. That was the thing about places like this. Distance gave them a kind of neutrality. Up close they were just what they were. Old excavation site. Abandoned for years. Water collected at the bottom dark and deep and cold enough that nothing came back up from it.
I'd chosen it for exactly those reasons.
Priest stood beside me while Crash and Holt brought Nolan out of the back of the truck. He couldn't see anything with the blindfold on but he could feel the ground change under his feet. Gravel giving way to packed dirt. The air different out here. Colder. Carrying something in it that had nothing to do with the weather.
His steps slowed.
"Keep moving," Holt said behind him.
He moved.
We walked him to th
