(Noah)
By the time I pulled through the compound gates, I was more irritated than anything else. Cam had called, refused to explain himself, and then hung up on me. The entire ride back had been spent thinking about Elliot, the missing report, and whatever Cam thought was important enough to drag me away from Dad's house. None of it made me any happier.
The guards waved us through and I headed toward church. The lights were still on inside, which wasn't surprising. Cam had been living off coffee and stubbornness for the last several days. If he'd found something, there was no chance he'd gone to bed.
I parked and shut off the engine. Mace climbed off behind me and handed over the spare helmet. He looked around the compound for a moment, taking in the buildings and the activity around th
