Chapter 19
Dane worked outward from the den, sweeping the roads back toward Bleu Falls, Sean in the passenger seat trying to go through the Order cryptid database and help Dane watch for anything unusual as he drove. At places Dane deemed suspicious or good—those with a lot of tree cover, mostly—he stopped and they both got out, scouted the area, and returned, heads shaking, to warm their feet back in the car.
“This thing could be friggin’ anywhere,” said Dane, annoyed.
Sean sighed, set the tablet down, and pointed through the window.
“What about there?”
“Along a bike path?” Dane made a face but turned around to park near where the thin paved path crossed the road. “Too exposed.”
“Maybe not,” said Sean, pulling on gloves and popping his door open. “There aren’t many cyclists this tim
