“The point is this. We found a body. Rotted to bones. Do you know whose it was?”
Ronan’s gaze held Gansey’s, solid.
Adam felt like he had dreamt the answer to this question.
Behind them, the door to the apartment suddenly slammed shut. They whirled to face it, but there was no one there, only the fluttering of map corners on the wall to show that it had moved.
The boys stared at the subtle movement of the paper, listened to the echo of the slam. There was no breeze. Adam’s skin crawled.
“Mine,” Noah said.