I hope Jorge doesn’t have the only set. I fly up to the guard I left on the roof, and rummage through his pockets. No luck.
I don’t want to try a frontal assault on the house. I barely survived a shot to the chest. I don’t think I could heal a bullet to the head.
I decide not to pull out the guards I stuffed in the chimney. They might be awake by now, and it would be a pain to knock them out again.
That left the person or people in the barn. If no one there has keys, then I’ll try the chimney. If we’re still out of luck, we’ll walk out of here.
I ascend up to a hundred yards, just at the limit of my vision. I float over to the barn, sharpening my gaze, looking for any hint of movement. Nothing. I can still smell man scent from the barn, so I know at least one person is in there. But th
