The drive away from the church felt completely different from the drive there and for the first time since Talia disappeared we had something that resembled a lead.
Not a trap, not a symbol, not a threat. A lead.
The coordinates from the bell tower sat open on my phone while the convoy moved through back roads outside Bluffton and every person inside the vehicle seemed locked inside their own thoughts.
Brax especially. Hope had returned. Not much, just enough. Just enough to keep him moving.
The coordinates pointed toward an isolated farmhouse nearly thirty miles outside town and the location immediately caught Blade’s attention.
“I know that road.” Blade said.
“What about it?” I asked looking up from my phone.
“Nothing should be out there.” Blade said keeping his eyes on the
