Chapter 31

• "Well, he's going to have one hell of a fight on his hands," Ethan growled, his voice deep and full of barely restrained anger, the type of fury that promised a reckoning was on the horizon.
• The warriors lost no time. They carried the girls to the hospital urgently but gently so that the pathologist could start the examination. Ethan was very clear about what he wanted: he wanted to know all the details, he was not going to sleep until he knew how those girls had died. He demanded the whole report. All the toxicology findings, all the autopsy pictures, all the forensic evidence--anything that could lead us to where they had been detained. It was always possible, though unlikely, that their bodies might betray some trace of lead, some clue to where my father had stored them before discarding them as though they were valueless.
• Not much later we were back at the packhouse, and now the sky was a navy blue, the shadows long on the land. It was twilight, the stillness of the territory. As we arrived, I saw the construction that was going on- people and builders were walking around the mansion, their tools clanking and hammers banging around the property. They were trying their level best to put the house back in shape, to make it the way it was before everything went wrong. However, when I was standing there, absorbing it all, something did not feel right to me.