Chapter 50
“Well, this isn’t good,” Kendrick grumbled. The dining room table, once a place for meals, was now a sea of glowing screens. Seven different smartphones were laid out in a row, each displaying a satellite view or a real estate thumbnail of a property that matched Rylee's description.
“Damn. Who would have thought there were this many white houses with blue shutters in the middle of nowhere, Ohio?” Jason muttered, rubbing his eyes. The images showed seven isolated structures, scattered across the Buckeye State like breadcrumbs in a forest.
“Seven is better than having too many, or none at all,” Wyatt said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned over the table, his eyes memorizing the coordinates on each screen. “It’s a finite list. We can work with finite.”
“We’re going to ha
