Chapter four
Jonah
As we enter, I fall back, holding the makeshift plywood door as the girls enter the dark building behind Mr. Roarch. I plan on hanging behind and letting the girls take the lead on the investigation, but I also intend to make sure that nothing gets broken or screwed up in the process. And, there’s nothing like acquainting myself with some of the town’s history while monitoring Carlisle’s “star employees.”
As we cross the threshold into the hotel lobby, I get the feeling we’re stepping out of the city and into a dank cave where the air feels thick and humid compared the cold winter air outside.
“Flashlights,” Mr. Roarch grumbles, kicking a box on the floor as he flicks on the blinding work lights strung up overhead. “There are sections of work lights throughout the bu
