THIRTY SEVEN
THE THORNTON BUILDING, where Miss Melt occupied the uppermost two floors, poked up beyond the surrounding skyscrapers. It was a major feature of the New York skyline.
Steve Arkin flew through the city labyrinth, spying stealthily from behind the 45th floor of the nearest office tower. He slid silently from spot to spot, as workers inside at their cubicles jumped up, index fingers pointed at him.
The sun held high, and the city sky was a hazy blue.
Steve wondered about the true limitations of his Supernatural powers, how indestructible he might be given the realities of his encounter with Mr. Stellar. Just how much force was required to obliterate a Supernatural? Or were they all unique? These were the big unanswered questions.
Steve knew that Pandora had been truthful whe
