CHAPTER 20The Mind of a Predator
Stern voices drifted from the living room as Monte crept through the service door at Downfield Place. He tiptoed through the kitchen, his boots squeaky against the tile.
“Officer McTavish.” Uncle Jarus’s voice flowed from the living room. “I really don’t understand what all of this is about. Yeh say yeh found them where?”
Monte froze. Why was McTavish here? He thumped toward the living room, careful not to breathe too loudly as he peeked through the adjoining door.
“The woods at Hibernian Field,” Officer McTavish said. Something brown and leathery hung at her side. “Your laddie. I need te talk te him.”
Dread filled Monte as he recognized the goggle contraption in McTavish’s hands. Finn’s madgers. He plastered himself against the wall near the stairwell
