“We’re in a forest,” Brett said in disbelief when he and Kylian came through the door from Denver to Cleveland—or Shaker Lakes, as Kylian informed him.
“Not really,” Kylian replied. “We’re not that far from civilization, and transportation.”
“Good. I wasn’t looking forward to hiking for hours to get where we’re going.”
True to Kylian’s word, they only had to walk a few blocks, out of the forested area then through what looked to Brett like a high class residential area, before they came to a wide avenue. He glanced at a street sign which told him they were on Fairmont Boulevard. Ahead of him he was a church which apparently was their destination since Kylian headed directly to it, and the parking lot in the rear.
“Planning on stealing a car?” Brett asked.
Kylian laughed. “Nope. That o
