CHAPTER THIRTY
Night had fallen when they pulled into the driveway of the house Mackenzie had spent most of her childhood in. At night, it looked very mundane, not even worthy of the memories Mackenzie still had of it. She opened the car door, staring at its murky outline against the backdrop of night. The forest behind it looked like some endless black sea that might swallow the whole place up at any moment.
“Now that we’re here, will you tell me why?” Ellington asked.
“The card he left in Wanda Young’s mouth said Welcome Home, Agent White. He’s used those cards to claim each body. But with that message, he took a whole different step. And I apparently didn’t figure it out fast enough—which is why he came to me and nearly killed me. I think he was telling me to come back here.”
“Are y
