The truck stopped
just within the edge of the park, among clumps of bushes. That was a bad sign,
no matter where it took place. Jane dropped a little closer, enough to see
three people in the truck when a door opened and the inside light came on. The
driver got out, and two people slid out of the passenger door. The three linked
arms. Her fingertips tingled faintly, and a soft rainbow-tinted shimmering
hovered in the air around the trio.
"Oh heck heck
heck," Jane muttered, and threw herself backward as the trio rose straight
up in the air. She knew they couldn’t see her, but logic said if she could
sense the vibrations of Gifted energy in use, someone else might be sensitive
enough to sense her using her Gift. Shivering, she flew straight back to
town, glancing over her shoulder, ready to change course if those three
followed her. Being invisible might be no help at all.
Oddly, she felt
vaguely disappointed when she got back to the airspace above the Neighborlee
Arms and there was no one within sight or sensing. She sank down through the
roof, down through an empty room, into her hotel room. Distracted, she almost
didn't phase back into solidity before changing back into her pajamas.
"Get a
grip," she scolded herself, and laughed a little when she realized she had
forgotten to go check out the Spindelmutter building.
She stayed up until
nearly 3am, curled up on the chaise lounge in front of the balcony door, searching
to feel the presence of the flying trio. Whoever they were, wherever they were,
she didn't feel any Gifted energy being used. When she finally climbed into
bed, Jane knew what she had to do. This wasn’t something to report over the
phone.
Which side of the
decades-old battle were those three strangers on? Agents of the Rivals. Allies
of the Gifted old man whose family ran Sheridan Communications? Residents of
Neighborlee who had escaped the notice of Hoax and the Rivals?
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