Chapter 144

Silas watched Lyra’s face drain of color and her fingers tighten around the phone.

He held out his hand. “Let me see the phone,” he demanded.

Lyra passed him the phone without speaking.

Silas studied the image. The garden path behind the Blackwood estate. The old stone walkway that curved past the hedges. Fresh snow covering everything except the message carved deep enough to expose the darker sto