Wade had Charlie follow him up a ladder, through a trap door, and into the loft. The smell of the sweet hay filled Charlie’s nostrils. Wade held a battery powered lantern so they could make their way in the darkness.
Charlie could hear birds cooing in the rafters as the pair disturbed them. He looked up.
“Pigeons,” Wade said softly.
They made their way down a hay corridor, bales stacked neatly on either side. At the end of the corridor they came to an open area. Charlie looked around as Wade placed the lantern on a shelf of hay.
The room was about the size of a horse’s stall, in the center of which was spread out a bedroll. It was clear to Charlie the area was set up for this specific purpose.
Wade indicated Charlie should lie down on the blanket. Standing over him, Wade’s already
