I walked to the next box and opened it. More drugs. Adam ripped open another. Same thing. We went into the other storage one. It was packed with boxes.

“Guess we know what broughtJesse here,” Adam said. “He tracked down the destination for those deliveries Cody was getting.”

“His big illegal enterprise is importing prescription drugs from Canada? No wonder he was so worried about anyone finding out. After the white slavery rumors, this would have been such a disappointment.” I shook my head. “So the security guard is in on the scheme, letting Cody and his buddies store their stock here. Considering that the place is up for sale, no one would think it odd if they saw Cody driving into the sawmill. He probably has more stashed in the warehouses down the road, which is why Michael was checking them out. Only Jesse came straight to the source.”

So where was the security guard? And, more important, where was Jesse?

WE SPLIT UP to pick paths through the crap, just doing a quick check to make sure the room was vacant. I was moving aside a chair when I saw a boot sticking out from between two crates.

“Got something,” I whispered. I leaned over the crate to see a leg protruding from the boot. “Or someone.”

I could tell by the boot that it wasn’t Jesse—not his style. Nor were the ugly work pants.

A tarp lay across the body. I peeled it back as Adam came over. Underneath was a guy in his fifties with greasy gray hair. Adam checked for a pulse and shook his head.

I leaned over and saw the pool of blood under the body. He’d been shot in the back.

When I glanced up, Adam had his phone out. He glowered at it.

“Still no service?” I said.

He nodded.

I had no desire to be caught with another corpse. Yet I knew better than to suggest one of us run back to the Jeep and call for help. We couldn’t separate when my powers weren’t up to par.

“We’ll call as soon as we can,” I said. “We need to find—”

“Shit.”

Adam was staring at something on the other side of the boxes. I walked over and followed his gaze to another body, this one sitting against the wall, gun in his hand, wall behind him splattered with blood and brain. His face was covered in more blood, but I recognized it.

“Cody.”

“Guess we know who killed the guard,” Adam said. “And Claire. I just really hope Jesse didn’t do anything dumb like call him here, confront him, and send him over the deep end.”