(Mira)
Ridge came back to the room around noon.
I was sitting at the kitchen table. I'd been there most of the morning. Made coffee. Didn't drink much of it. Just sat there and waited and thought about everything he'd told me the night before and everything he hadn't.
He came in and pulled out the chair across from me and sat down.
We looked at each other for a second.
"You need to tell me what's happening," I said.
He was quiet for a moment. Then he told me. All of it. The church meeting that morning. The brothers going back and forth about what to do. Crash suggesting using me as bait and him shutting it down before it could go anywhere. The police working on the letter and the location. A scout going out this afternoon to look at the terrain. Waiting for the report before making a
