It’s still dark out as I hike up another ridge in the Colorado mountains. The air’s crisp and cold, which is good. Keeps my focus sharp. Around me, a light snow falls through the tall pines. Huge white flakes land on my cheeks and black body armor. I check the GPS read-out on my wrist. Silas’s lair is only a few clicks to the West.
Not much longer, now.
I scale another trail until a concrete hole opens up in the mountainside. Steel girders and boxes of building supplies lie busted and decaying in the snow. Looks like some abandoned construction. Military, if I had to guess. The graffiti makes me think it turned into a hang out for wayward kids or drug runners. Maybe both. All those tags are faded now. No one’s been here for years.
One guess why.
I step into the darkened concrete hallwa
