Evelyn stood in the ravine with rain misting her face and the black mouth of the culvert behind her, breathing hard, the cold having settled in her lungs. Rowan stayed between her and the opening, rifle still raised. Gabriel lowered Rusk carefully onto a patch of wet leaves while Dean paced in a tight circle, shaking water from one boot and terror from the rest of him.“I would like to file a complaint,” Dean said.Evelyn looked at him. “About?”“The tunnel. The voice. The hand. The concept of drainage. All of it.”“Filed.”“With urgency?”“Extreme urgency.”“Thank you.”Gabriel pressed a cloth to Rusk’s wound, his own sleeve dark with the patrolman’s blood. “We need Mrs. Carter.”Evelyn lifted the radio, hesitated, then unclipped it from her shoulder and held it away from her mouth.Everyone noticed.Rowan looked at the culvert.Gabriel looked at the radio.Dean stopped pacing. “Oh. Right. The evil echo problem.”Evelyn turned the volume down and pressed the button only once.“Warren
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