“What a screw up.” Matt stood in the center of the dreary room Dani had almost died in, holding onto rage with a weary grip. He wanted, needed to say worse, to swear until the frustration gnawing away at his gut was gone. They had come so close. He could still feel her panic and the chill of Hayes’ evil quivering in the air. All around him was the smell of death that hadn’t entirely missed its mark.
“She didn’t stop to pack this time,” Alice said, holding up a box of floppy disks she had found in Dani’s abandoned backpack still hanging from a crooked chair. Her hand shook and she dropped it, then shoved her fisted hands into the pockets of her suit jacket. “Left her book this time.”
“Only smart thing she’s done,” Matt growled, turning as Riggs displaced the cop in the doorway. “What you
