DENVER.

"Where the fuck are you, Cory?"

I gritted through my teeth as I placed the phone against my ears. With one hand holding only Elijah behind me, I clung to the walls as I made my way to the back of the PackHouse. That was where those buildings were, especially the one with the mountain symbols that Elijah saw.

"Is mommy here?" He whispered. I squeezed his hands before he clamped his lips shut, remembering what I'd told him—to be as quiet as possible. Hell, I ...