Madden waited impatiently while I rounded up my survival kit, then hustled us back to the old schoolhouse, grousing about Kendall, the sweep and the fog. He went into conference with the three RCMP officers and left me to my own devices. I had a hunch he didn't want them to hear what I had to say simply because he wasn't convinced himself. On the other hand, he wasn't ready to totally disregard everything I had told him.
While all of this was happening, Ferris ambled toward me, looking for all the world like a man with nothing of consequence on his mind. He reached into the pocket of his coat, hauled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. It was folded and stapled.
I recognized B.C.'s handwritten scrawl.
"E.G.:
Kelto came here to find you. He has finally been contacted by the Emissary. I'm going to the Austin widow's house with him.
Brenda."
"When did you get this?" I barked at the old man.
Ferris rolled his tired brown eyes, glanced at the wall clock and took a drag
