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We sat there and chatted about other things while they finished their food. Xavier excused himself, got up, and went to go get seconds from Sophia, but Bria stayed at the table with me.
I glanced around to make sure that no one was within earshot, then asked her the question that had been on my mind ever since Finn had shown me the note on the guns in the back of Grimes's trunk.
"Have you found out anything else about M. M. Monroe?"
Bria shook her head. "Nothing. I've scoured the main house and the building where Grimes actually stored his guns, but I haven't come up with anything. No pieces of paper with that name on them, no cell-phone numbers, no other indication that the guns were for M. M. Monroe. In fact, I haven't found so much as a date book or even an old-fashioned ledger of who bought guns from him. Say what you will about him, Grimes protected his clients' identities. "
"Finn hasn't been able to find out anything on M. M. either," I said. "He's still horrified that Grimes did everything face-to-face and that he didn't even own a com - puter, much less use e-mail. "
Bria chuckled and shook her head. Then she reached down under the table and rifled through the backpack that she'd been carrying with her back and forth from the camp. She came up with a couple of towels and handed them over to me.
"I found a few things I thought you might like to have back. "
I unrolled one of the towels to find a silverstone knife nestled inside, one of the extra weapons that I'd used to fight the men on the ridge. "Thanks. I am glad to see them again. You can never have too many knives. "
Bria smiled a little, but then her face turned serious.
"There's something else. "
This time, she pulled a brown envelope out of her backpack and slid it over to me.
"I also took the liberty of going through Grimes's house and removing all those creepy pictures of Sophia that he had," she said in a soft voice. "I figured that nobody needed to know about Sophia except for us. "
I nodded and pulled the envelope over to my side of the table. "I appreciate that, and I'm sure that she and Jo-Jo will too. "
"How is Sophia? I've been so busy up here that I haven't had a chance to drop by the salon and see her or Jo-Jo. "
"It's hard to tell with her. She keeps everything to herself. "
Bria gave me a wry grin. "That sounds like someone else I know. "
I stuck my tongue out at her, but I couldn't refute her words, because they were all too true. And I had my own nightmares about Grimes and his camp.
More than once in the past few days, I'd dreamed of being down in the pit, clutching Sophia's shovel, and seeing nothing but tombstones looming over me. All the stones had been covered with my spider rune, drawn in my own blood.
Every time, I'd woken up in a cold sweat, thrashing against the sheets, gasping for breath, my skin stinging as though I'd been cut a hundred times with my own knives. I could only imagine how much worse Sophia's nightmares were.
"I think that Sophia will be okay," I said, finally answering Bria's question. "It'll just take some time, like everything does. The good news is that Jo-Jo finally has her strength back. She looked at her hair in the mirror yesterday morning and about had a heart attack. The next thing I knew, she was yelling at me to go get the car and take her to the salon so she could get the right kind of highlights to put on her hair. "
Bria's grin widened. "Ah, the joys of having houseg - uests. "
Sophia, Jo-Jo, and Rosco were staying with me at Fletcher's until we could fix the damage that had been done to their home. It was a little strange having them with me when it had just been me in the house for the past several months, but I didn't mind the company. In fact, it was rather nice, even if Sophia did stay up until all hours of the night watching old movies on TV, Jo-Jo muttered under her breath about the fact that I only had one kind of shampoo and conditioner, and Rosco kept scratching at the door to Fletcher's office, wanting to see what was in there and if he could eat any of it.
A bell rang, signaling that the lunch break was over and it was time for the latest shift to hike back up to the camp. Xavier had Sophia wrap up his cheeseburger to go, while Bria reluctantly got up and threw her paper plates away before coming back over to me. I got to my feet too.
"Duty calls," she said.
"What will happen to the camp now?"
She shrugged. "There's been some talk by the forest service of renovating the camp and turning it into some sort of nature center. Maybe even establishing it as a get - away for folks hiking through the mountains. "
"Do the forest guys really think that people will want to stay in a place where so many bodies have been found?"
Bria shrugged again. "Technically, it is their land, after all. I guess they can try, at the very least. "
The thought of Grimes's camp made me think of another empty residence in Ashland: Mab's mansion. Now that M. M. Monroe was back in Ashland, or had at least turned his or her attention in this direction, the logical thing would be to take up residence there, since it belonged to him or her. But so far, the mansion remained empty, at least according to Finn's spies.
Like Bria, Finn hadn't been able to find out anything else about M. M. Monroe and what this person might be up to. But like we'd figured, it couldn't be anything good, not with M. M. buying so much ordnance. At least we'd thwarted that part of the scheme. I'd kept all the weapons and ammo that had been in Grimes's trunk and the other vehicles, moving them into the underground tunnel below Fletcher's house for safekeeping, and the po-po had seized all of the weapons that they'd found at the camp itself. So M. M. would have to get his or her guns somewhere else. A small inconvenience, more than anything else, but I was hoping that it would at least give Finn enough time to track this person down and figure out what he or she was really up to in Ashland.
