Chapter Thirteen
Jones Redman stared at the small group of buildings in the distance as they drove down the long, winding road leading to A Touch of Magic Animal Shelter. He didn’t need to pull up the copy of the file on his laptop to know about Lacey Adam. There wasn’t much to know. She was a twenty-eight year old widow running a not-for-profit shelter for abandoned and abused animals that she had started six years before with her husband who was now deceased.
How she made enough to live on wasn’t his concern. The reason he was here was because of the automated-response email that he received yesterday morning forwarded from CSTEI. Two unidentified objects had broken through the Earth’s atmosphere within hours of each other. What made them worth checking out was that they both had a con
