in town?”
“Except for Doc and Tag, yeah. Rabbit’s working with Delacourt, Bishop’s
out with Ricochet tailing Hobbes, and Jinx is running interference with the locals
at Tito’s shop. You’ll meet them tomorrow.”
He hadn’t meant the last to be a threat, but like the new kid in class, the impending introductions were another thing to add to my worry-later list. Right
now, there were other things that took precedence. “And my ability?”
Wolf came back in. “Mental injuries tend to be more lasting than physical ones. Sometimes you don’t realize just how bad it is, until you try to use it. It’s
better to avoid using it too soon. Give yourself time to heal. Psychic abilities are hit and miss.”
“They’re a damn pain in the ass.” But for the first time, I didn’t want my ability gone. Not when it finally seemed like it was good for something besides
driving me nuts. I fussed with the edge of my T-shirt. The blocks were gone. The
whispers, quiet for now. The fact they may come back scared me. “Will we be
able to figure out what he triggered me to do?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
I winced at his assessment and blew out a breath. “Fine, what do you need
me to do?”
Wolf came over and sat on the floor at my feet, which put his head and shoulders above lap level. He held out his hands, palm up.
I snuck a glance at Kayden, who gave me an encouraging nod. Tentatively, I
placed my hands in Wolf’s.
“Relax, this won’t hurt. Close your eyes. Go back to The Dragon and walk
me through what you remember.”
“Why not start at the abandoned building?”
His eyebrow arched. “Easier to start at a known point. We were all in contact
when you set off after Tito.”
“Right,” I huffed out. I closed my eyes and went back. “Okay, Friday night
crowd, a group of skateboarders tearing down the sidewalk.”
“How many?”
“Three, no wait, four.”
I slipped into the memory where I captured the one in mid-trick with my camera. “The fourth came up from behind, I stepped out of the way, and
something caught my attention a few doors down.”
“What was it?” Wolf’s question merged into the replay.
“A guy tucked inside the entrance of a store. The store’s closed. He’s
smoking and acting twitchy. Like he’s waiting for someone or something.”
“What did you do?”
“Used my camera to get a shot of him. It’s Tito. I tell Kayden we’ve got company, then cross the street for a better angle. Finding a good spot, I used my
lens to get in close. I think he’s watching Hobbes, but he got another text. We know he’s working with Ellery, so maybe that’s who’s texting? Tito looks pissed.
Must not like his orders. He types something back and drops his cancer stick.
Crap, he’s going to move. Have to get rid of my camera without losing sight of
him.”
“Okay, Cyn, you stash your camera and start to follow Tito.” Wolf’s soothing
voice moves the memory fast-forward. “Where’s he going?”
