CHAPTER TWELVE
Ilse shivered as she stared across the dusty road leading to the old gray barn. A large metal silo arose from the ground behind it. A farmhouse settled the top of a hill. Night had fallen now, and orange lights glared from the farmhouse towards the rest of the land around it. The last time she'd been on a farm with Agent Sawyer, they'd discovered a stack of bodies. Now, she could see the flashing lights of police cruisers up ahead where a new corpse had been discovered.
They had parked further up the path, where Sawyer had wanted to exit the vehicle and walk the rest of the way. As they moved, he frowned at the ground, studying the dust and the dirt, hands jammed in his pockets, lips drawn in a thin line.
Ilse moved slowly along behind the taller man, careful not to get i
