CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
MINA'S STOMACH CLENCHED as she passed the sign: 'Future home of the Albright Institute for Human Development'. She knew where she and Ivan were: the old warehouses where Dar met his end.
"You're sure about this?" She slowed down, dropping back.
Ivan peered at her, his face unreadable, though she noticed he'd loosened the daggers at his hips. He nodded. "Are you?"
Mina felt queasy as she drew her gun. "Why here?"
Ivan shrugged, staring at the water. "She's taken with it. Less history than the mansion maybe. Less traffic than the cemetery, but just as drenched in death." He stopped, glancing sideways at her. "More so, since Dar's death was recent and bloody." He started walking forward again.
"How did she even come across this place?"
There was a hiccough in Ivan's
