CHAPTER NINETEEN
ALF PULLED THE H2 UP to a massive, dilapidated barn and stopped. He sat there for a moment, his gaze skimming the area for the cameras. He found one up under the eaves directly over the door and another one blinked from a large branch of a nearby oak.
He climbed out of the car and stood beside it, letting the electric eye slide over him—identify him—before he started walking slowly toward the barn.
He heard a soft whirring sound as he left the hot sun of the yard and entered the big old structure.
The sweet smell of hay filled his nostrils, bringing back memories of summers spent with his cousin Dolfe at their ranch.
Minus the scanning eye of the camera blinking at him from the loft.
Alf lifted his hands. “I need to talk to you, Art. It’s important.”
The camera blin
