Chapter 65

Milo’s POV

“Milo?” Bronx says in a mindlink. “I have Reggie and a guard with me. Where you at?”

“Living room. Ghost did a quick sweep, but have them check again.” I reply, looking at the coffee table. “You should see this shit, bro.”

“It smells like an animal died in- what the fuck?” Bronx looks at the table. “What is that?”

“That’s where the incense smell is coming from. I think it’s trying to mask the dead animal scent. I thought it was a rogue, but even rogues don’t smell this bad.” I don’t look away from the small pile of fragrant dried flowers and leaves smoldering on top of a pile of mud on my coffee table.

Bronx kneels down to inspect it closer. “These flowers don’t look like the ones in the meadow. Do you recognize them?”

I lean forward with my hands on my knees. “Uhh… desert willow and those are New Mexico Locust flowers. Those little piney things look like juniper. That bit there looks like pieces of cactus.”

“None of that is native to Montana, right?”

“No, it doesn’t get w