And suddenly I remembered.
Dad’s favorite horse.
Midnight.
The only horse he never sold after Mom died.
My pulse slammed.
“He hid it under Midnight’s stall.”
Eddie nodded weakly.
Then his expression changed.
Fear.
Real fear.
“Mercer can’t get what’s inside.”
Rook’s voice lowered dangerously.
“What is it?”
Eddie looked directly at him.
And whispered the words that froze every person inthe barn:
“A list.”
Silence.
Rook went completely still.
“What kind of list?”
Eddie swallowed painfully.
“Everyone involved in Black Hollow.”
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BLAZE
Black Hollow.
The words hit the barn like another gunshot.
Nobody moved.
Rain hammered the roof overhead while thunder rolled across the valley hard enough to shake the beams around us.
Rook slowly stood.
His face had gone cold in a way that made even Trigger straighten a little beside me.
“What is Black Hollow?” I asked.
