Ivy
When we reached the house, it was well past one a.m., and I wasn’t tired in the least. It was lightly misting, and it made it difficult to see very far.
“What am I hearing?” I asked Quinn as I shut the truck door.
“The guys are over there.” He pointed, and I squinted to see the low light off in the distance.
“What’s going on?”
“My guess, they’re checking their gear for a trip out.”
“They just got back.”
“The Cartel aren’t on a punch card, Ivy. Welcome to life at Shadows.”
“But at this time of night?” I didn’t like that they were leaving again so soon, so I headed over. Careful to avoid the puddles, I used their voices to lead the way. I stepped up the stairs and took in the sight. The guys looked like they were suiting up for a battle. Guns were being checked and cleaned; items
