Anya stifled a small scream. Gus froze in place. Slowly he turned, putting Anya behind him. Jimmy Broughton, holding a 9 mm in his hands, stood inches away from him, outlined in the shards of moonlight that managed to poke through the canopy of trees. And swore because he hadn't taken his gun outside with him because he was so sure this was the one safe place in the world.

"I'm probably the only one who knows this used to be your home," Jimmy told him. "No one else would think to look ...