"You're not going there."
Arthur's voice was firm.
Clara stood beside the desk, staring at the address on her phone.
The old Delevon railway station.
Twenty-seven years ago, Margaret Voss had disappeared there. Now someone was inviting Clara to the same place, claiming they could lead her to Marcus Hale.
"Marcus may be in danger," Clara replied.
"And walking into an unknown location at midnight is supposed to help him?"
"I'm not going alone."
"That doesn't make it safer."
Clara turned toward him.
"Arthur, if this is a trap, we need to know who's behind it. If Marcus is there, we can't leave him."
Arthur studied her face for a moment before sighing.
"Fine. But we do this my way."
"Meaning?"
"Security surrounds the station. Aaron monitors every entrance. We stay connected through our phones, and nobody moves without informing the others."
Clara smiled faintly.
"You're becoming very commanding."
