Peter Bennett.
After the conversation at John’s house, we drove quickly toward the suburbs. William was an experienced driver and avoided any traffic.
Once we get there, Apollo tells me, “Something’s not right, Peter.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Smell the air.”
I do what Apollo tells me, and my instincts kick in quickly. My eyes change color and I tell the others, “Someone from the north was here.”
Parker and William look at me and go into defensive mode. William tells me, “I’ll check the perimeter. You two enter carefully.”
We both nodded silently. We skirt the house and enter through the kitchen.
There is no need to struggle with the door since it was open. Parker tells me by mental link, “f**k! We arrived late. These bastards got ahead of us.”
I growl through the link. Then
