The colonel dropped his gaze. “No.”
“Then what’s the harm in doing our homework first?”
The man stared out the window, his gaze distant. Cloud cover muted the sunlight into a shade close to silver. “You’re right about this not making any sense. But I also think you know more than you’re saying. This operation isn’t my call, and unless I have something to take to those in charge, they aren’t going to stop looking for Mr. Kelli.”
Yeah, it had been too much to hope they would. Unless there was more evidence that whoever was responsible for the Anubis were a much larger threat. “Do you know if New World has any properties in Canada?”
“Why?”
Yeah, why? “A gut feeling.”
“A feeling?” The man leveled a look at Reese.
“Yeah.”
“And what else does this gut feeling tell you?”
“That some of those dead contractor men might not be so dead, and they might have a lot of other people involved.”
Harrington huffed. “Your gut feeling have any idea where they’re located?”
“No. My gut feeling doesn’t work that precise.” Reese shrugged. “But if it were me and I wanted to secretly amass an army, I’d make sure it was in the middle of nowhere, I had lots of firepower, and a concrete bunker.”
“Concrete bunker?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s pretty specific.”
“Do they make any other kind of bunker?” Reese tacked on a smile.
Harrington exhaled a sigh. “I guess I should probably go make some phone calls and see how much of your gut feeling is accurate. Wouldn’t surprise me at this point. New World apparently owned the property where Luca lived.”
For some reason that didn’t surprise Reese either. He wasn’t sure there was much left that would surprise him.
Harrington started out the door but stopped. “I’m glad you’re okay, Dr. Dante.”
“Me too.”
“When we get you back to the states, I’ll have you checked over again.”
Reese figured arguing was useless. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
Harrington stood there like he wanted to say something but never did. He shut the door behind him, and Reese dropped his head back on the pillow.
The machines beeped, and people moved up and down the hall. Reese closed his eyes and inhaled the ménage of scents riding on the eddies of air from the vent above his bed.
Each one so distinctive it had actual flavor.
And people didn’t have those kinds of heightened senses. But before he could think about it too much, he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Nox swam in a fog of nothing.
Lead filled his limbs. Sludge clogged his veins.
And every time he was sure he might see a break in the gray, it swallowed him back up.