Chapter Sixty-Four

Beckett

The call wakes me before the sun is even up. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I grab it fast so it doesn’t wake Harlow. I’m still half asleep when I put it to my ear, but Stanton’s voice snaps me awake in an instant.

“Beckett, we’ve got another one. Behind the old grain mill by the river. Get down here.”

His voice is tight and that tightness usually means the worst kind of scenes. My