“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip. “I went there tonight after we were released to get Darby’s boxes,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Crazy bitch tried to fuck me in Darby’s old room.”

“What?” I said, trying to keep my voice down. “Does Darby know?”

“Yeah, I told her when I got back. She’s pissed, but not at me.”

“Makes for an awkward shift transition. Glad you told her. Way to avoid a stupid misunderstanding.”

“I almost didn’t. I was scared shitless it was going to ruin our first night at the house.”

“Well, looky there. You have a reasonable girlfriend. Congratulations.” I swiped my beer bottle from the countertop, clinked it to his glass, and we both drank.

“Told you she was worth waiting for,” Trex said.

“You still believe that shit? You think she’s the one, huh?”

Darby laughed and chatted with Caroline and the team.

“Without a single doubt,” Trex said, taking another drink. His phone pinged, and he checked it.

“Fuck,” he said, putting his phone away.

“What?” I asked. I assumed he was going to tell us we’d all been called in. I was hoping that was what he’d say. I didn’t want to have the inevitable awkward conversation with Zeke later.

“He’s been spotted in town.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Her ex. I had some of my old friends at the Bureau keep an eye on him. They’d lost track of him the last two days. Looks like he’s found her.”

“Shit,” I said. “Are you going to tell her?”

Kitsch came inside from the porch. “Nomes. You got a flashlight?”

“Just in every room of the house.”

“I need the closest one.”

He looked concerned, and I put down my beer. “In the kitchen. Drawer to the left of the dishwasher.”

Kitsch went to the kitchen, rummaged around for a second, and returned, rushing past. “It’s to the right of the dishwasher,” he said.

“Everything all right?” Trex asked.

Kitsch pushed through the screen door, pointing his flashlight at the ground.

“What is he doing?” I asked, stepping forward.

“Boss,” Kitsch called from outside.

Trex and I traded glances, then we followed Kitsch to the front porch. He stood at the top of the stairs, nodding to the yard. The flashlight highlighted a mound of dead rabbits.

“What the hell?” I said, grabbing the flashlight from Kitsch. I followed the carcasses with the light. I handed the flashlight to Trex then rushed inside.

Martinez passed me, going outside too.

“What’s going on?” Zeke asked, watching me furiously gather flashlights.

“I don’t know. Something bad.”

Sloan and Harbinger followed me out, and I gave flashlights to everyone on the team. We each turned on a flashlight and pointed it in the same direction.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” Harbinger asked.

Zeke and Watts came out, talking and laughing, but stopped the second they saw the mutilated bodies in the spotlight.