Emery stepped from the car onto the tiled walkway that led up to the governor’s mansion. All around a sharp wind shook the late-blooming flowers and early autumn leaves of the garden. “Morrissey, this place give me the heebie-jeebies. It’s bad enough we have to come to one of these fancy-pants parties, but does it have to be creepy too?”

“The atmosphere is rather pleasant, Emery. Stop complaining. Try and make a good impression,” the supervisory agent said as he led Stevie toward the mansion.

“Right,” Emery muttered as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Hands out of your pockets.”

Emery rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He followed Morrissey into the house and relaxed as the creepy feeling suddenly left him. He darted a glance at Miles and the younger boy merely shhok his head. He’d felt nothing.

“Did something happen out there at some point, Morrissey? I think I was picking up on trauma.”

“It’s the governor’s mansion, Emery. I very much doubt that anything untoward had happened on the grounds.” Morrissey led the way towards some warden officials to greet them and introduce the brothers.

Emery frowned and glanced back at the door they’d entered through. Something back there was very wrong.