Cain glanced up from his laptop when another round of thunder rattled the windows. Sammy wasn't kidding when she'd said the storm would keep them off site tonight. It started shortly after they got back from Catherine's cabin-a bust, that, since she wasn't there-and it hadn't let up in the six hours since.
Not wanting to damage the equipment by getting it wet, they'd opted to order room service and do research instead. Cain had protected Sammy's adjoining room with salt, and now the crew was scattered between their two rooms. All except the cameramen, who were probably asleep in their own rooms.
Cain envied them. He was bone tired and tense, but he'd gotten the answers he was looking for. He nudged Sammy next to him on the bed and kept his voice low so the others wouldn't hear. "I think
