Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…“We need to go there,” Corbin said, his voice firm. Eleanor’s eyes widened. “But… it’s dangerous, Detective. Hayes… he might be watching.” “Let him,” Corbin said, a grim smile touching his lips. “Let him watch. Because tonight, Eleanor, we’re going to walk through the cracks and find out who’s been hiding in the darkness.” He looked at her, seeing not just the historian, but a woman haunted by her own family’s past, now bravely stepping into the present danger. “Are you ready?” Eleanor Vance took another deep breath, her gaze steady. “I was born ready, Detective. For this.”