Whispers and Watchers

The man snatched the money and shrugged. “It happened five years ago. Who cares about some drifter? Most wanderers around here break out of those private compounds nearby. If he didn’t die then, he was probably dragged back in later. Five years on—dead either way, I’d bet.”

Sloane’s stomach dropped. She knew too well what those compounds were for.

They were dens for every crime the law had no reac