Chapter 11: CaretakerGarner turned his head toward the sound, and was not surprised to see a man approaching. He had sensed him as something at least, and possibly the presence he had detected from a distance.
The man himself was anything but presupposing. He was of medium build, maybe in his early forties, and his face was nondescript—more banal than anything else. He wore gray trousers and a pale-yellow shirt.
Garner studied the man as he approached and, when he was perhaps ten feet away, felt the smallest of whispers in his mind and automatically raised a defense barrier to block them.
The man stopped and smiled, looking expectantly at Garner.
Garner was a bit taken aback by this oddly unaggressive behavior. Yet he could still feel that odd sense of suppression. And so, he couldn’t
