My answer surprised even me. “Until Dresden gets back.”
Will frowned. “You really think that’s possible?”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t seem to be. But . . . There’s this voice inside me that keeps pointing out that we haven’t seen a body. Until I have . . .”
The sun rose over the horizon, burning gently through the morning haze over the lake, and golden light washed over us, warm and strong. We turned to watch the prisoners, and as the light touched them, they began to shudder. Then they began to stir. The first to rise was Georgia.
Will sucked in a long, slow breath, his eyes shining.
“Until I have,” I said quietly, “I can’t believe he’s dead.”
We walked back to the warehouse together, to see to the business of getting the prisoners safely home.