Bruce wandered around the breadth of the personal portion of the Packhouse, seeing the Guard at night and the moon that was high above the building.

There she was, sitting on the ledge and observing him closely with her eagle-like vision fixated on whatever he was doing.

Lightly taunting him, she added, “If you keep that up, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor. ”

“You ought to know something was wrong when your lover is quiet like this,” he continued.

Bruce slammed on the wall and raked a hand through his hair and Amelia knew this was not a good sign.

Finally, he stated what seemed to...