Marlowe
The whole clearing went silent, every eye fixed on my cousin, and I felt a fresh wave of dread building even before he'd said another word.
"Tell me," I said, voice tight. "Whatever you know, Grant, say it plainly."
Grant's hands were shaking now, the earlier bravado of following us out here entirely drained away, replaced by something that looked considerably more like fear. "I found a burner phone," he said. "In my dad's things. About a week ago, before any of this Sable business started. I wasn't snooping — I was looking for a charger, and I found this phone I'd never seen before, hidden in a drawer he keeps locked."
My whole chest went tight, understanding where this was heading before he'd said another word, desperately hoping I was wrong anyway.
"There were messages on i
