“OKAY, so where did the signal ping from, Gabs?” Damien asked.
Gabrielle frowned. “Don’t call me that,” she groused. She let her fingers fly over the keyboard. “It came from Williams Sink.”
They had set up their equipment in the home office just off the den. When Riley’s father, James and Alywn were still alive, still running a working farm, the study had been their office, their business hub. But several years ago, after Alywn died, Joel and James decided to retire from farming. Then, when James had been the only one of the girls’ parents left alive, the office had basically remained unused.
Now it served as a temporary operations base for SKULL.
“Williams Sink?” Jordan asked, curling his lip. “The potash mine? They have a cell tower?”
“It is a business,” Ri
