The morning was calm, but I woke up with a strange feeling like something is going to happen, although I don't know what it's going to be yet.
I rolled over and looked at Carson. He was already awake, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“You didn’t sleep?” I asked.
“Barely,” he replied.
I reached for his hand under the blanket. “Still thinking about the names?”I asked.
He nodded. “Yes. Henry Clark, Laura Price and Fiona. Those names aren’t just names. They’re shadows. And we have to be careful,”he said.
I nodded slowly.
“Greg is already in prison,” Carson said. “He’s locked up. That part is over. But he wasn't at the top, he was just a piece in the game.”
I sat up in bed. “So now we’re after the players behind the scenes,"I said.
“Yes,” he said. “But not loudly, we need to
