CHAPTER 19JAMES HAD A BAD FEELING about this. Not one of those “oh, s**t, someone’s going down” feelings, but more like whatever they found in this room—the only place left to search in O’Halloran’s tiny apartment—wouldn’t provide any answers, just more questions.
But then what did he know? He was an empath, not an oracle. He straightened his shoulders and waited.
Lance did the honors. He turned the knob and slowly let the door swing open, checking swiftly, and then slowly advancing. Anais was right behind them. Matt went next, and then James.
He took a quick scan of the room just before he came through the door. Not a lot in it. Only another closed door in one wall and a small workstation with a very large black metal box on it. The box hummed, nearly silent, a light blinking and some
