Spearman and Latrell and the Last Wolf had carried them out there, passing under branches and tearing through brambles, without so much as a wink from Ward or anyone else. How had they done it? They must have been careful, but they weren’t magicians. They should have been seen, even if only once. Charon was too small for a trio of men carrying bodies into the woods to go unnoticed. At least that was what he hoped.
