(Mira)
The scout's report came back around eight that evening.
I was in the living room when Ridge came out of the bedroom. He had his phone in his hand and whatever he'd just read had changed something in his face. Not softened it. Just shifted it.
He sat down on the couch across from me.
"The location in the letter," he said. "Police sent someone out this afternoon. Wooded area. About fifteen miles outside Crosswell. One main road in. Trees on all sides. Enough cover for people to position themselves without being seen."
I waited.
"It's a good location for a trade," he said. "Or an ambush. Depends on who gets there first and who's better prepared."
"And if we get there first?"
He looked at me. Said nothing. Just got up and went back to the bedroom.
I stayed on the couch. Didn't
