CHAPTER 27
CUE
I follow Rooster into the shack, stepping unceremoniously over the body. The room smells of blood and s**t, both Pokey’s. I squint at the floor, then at the wall where Rooster is staring. At my bac k, I feel the others crowding around the door, but Isabelle is the one who enters. I feel her energy before she touches my arm.
The dead man is of little consequence—he was not a friend in life, nor did he ever have our best intentions at heart. Pokey was not one to think about anyone but himself.
Which makes this all the more shocking. If he’d been confronted by the Grunge, he’d have told them anything they wanted to know. This goes deeper than Pokey—far deeper.
But I’m not certain what I’m looking at.
On the wall is a strange symbol, like a diamond with a cross in the mid
