Hunter pulled up to the riverside just before sunrise. The rose-gold light skimmed the water, catching on a sleek car parked by the bank.
"Fuck's sake," Hunter muttered, eyes narrowing at the vehicle. "Did Jones beat us to it? When did the bastard get a new car? I'm tellin' you, he's already selling something."
Kant stared at the silver car, not listening.
It was Gabriel's. What the hell was it doing here?
They stepped out into the crisp air. Hunter strode over, inspecting the vehicle with suspicion. Kant followed, pressing his fingers to the hood, his thoughts circling like anxious ants.
Ice-cold. If Gabriel had driven here, it had been hours ago. When he'd left his apartment last night, this was where he was headed to?
Kant turned, scanning the treeline.
Nothing but silence. What could Gabriel possibly be thinking? Had he been inside the cult all this time? Did he get caught?
They threaded into the forest, walking in silence for a good while.
