ADENA WAS PERCHED ON a kerosene lantern in the middle of a cold-weather campsite. There was no fire—clearly Blackburn hadn’t wanted to alert us to his presence. But the door to the pup tent was open and the sleeping bag inside looked thick enough to keep anybody warm.
Thick enough...but currently empty and bone cold to the touch. I glanced across at Harry as I rose from testing the fabric, watched him shimmer upward out of wolf form while shaking his head. “Too many trails,” he informed me. “Hard to tell where Blackburn went most recently.”
But I could guess. It was now only a few hours away from the time of the proposed meetup, and Blackburn didn’t have a pack to depend upon. So he’d stash Jim Kelter somewhere out of sight then travel to the crash site in a roundabout manner with the go
