The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

no statements.”

A trooper jogged from the driveway.

“Agent Cobb. We found the brother.”

“Where?”

“At the carriage garage. He was loading boxes.”

Cobb walked that way. I followed because nobody told me not to, and maybe because they knew I would be irritating about it.

Russell stood beside an open garage bay with his hands cuffed behind him. His face had continue reading …