A weird haze hung in the air as I walked NB toward the lone figure stationed beside a tree in the side yard of the bed-and-breakfast. There were hours until the sunrise would heat the air enough to dissipate the fog. Until then, everything had an eerie touch like God draped the town in dirty gray lace.
I scanned around me as NB lifted his leg to pee on a bush. We couldn't act suspicious, but I had to guarantee Broadrick hadn't somehow followed me. He wasn't in my apartment when Katy called, but that didn't mean he wasn't up and prowling around in the bushes. He probably had an entire bush suit. I don't know what counted as camouflage with our military, but they had the budget for it. I searched the sky for a soundless drone. Nothing.
My steps slowed as I approached the shadowed figure.
