CHAPTER 9The IMB Calls
Monte pressed his forehead against the cool, foggy window as the cop car rumbled down the Downfield Place driveway. His stomach churned, the shell’s heat rushing through his arm. He watched with pity as Cameron wiped at her cheeks. She didn’t do anything out of line, he told himself. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The darkening sky remained congested, save for a blood-orange smear across the horizon where the sun prepared to retire for the evening.
“Everyone out,” McTavish ordered as the car heaved to a stop in front of the mossy side-garden wall. “Come along now.” She guided the group up the thistle-lined walkway to the grand entrance, a door rarely used save for the occasional Norm visitation. Thankfully, Uncle Jarus did a superb job of mainta
