We were in a gravel parking lot behind the main warehouse, surrounded by thick pine trees.

My SUV was parked fifty yards away, hidden in the shadow of a generator shed.

“Can you make it?” I asked Mara.

“I don’t have a choice,” she said, her teeth chattering.

We ran across the gravel, the rain blinding us.

I unlocked the doors with the remote, and we scrambled inside, slamming the doors behind us.

I started the engine, the headlights cutting through the sheets of rain.

I threw the vehicle into reverse, spraying gravel as I backed out of the enclosure.

As we pulled onto the main access road, my phone buzzed in the center console.

The screen lit up with an unknown number.

I reached down and swiped the screen, putting it on speaker.

“Natalie,” a voice said.

It was Voss.

“Your father was a brilliant man,” Voss said, his voice calm over the static. “But he was weak. I hope you aren’t planning on making the same mistakes.”

I didn’t answer.

“I know where you are going,” Voss said. “The old house won’t save you.”