fourteenThe sound of a door slamming killed the conversation.
“Somebody’s gone outside,” Erin observed unnecessarily.
“I didn’t bother to light the outside,” said Hawk. “Don’t need the attention that would grab.”
Kim swore and ran for the back door. It had bounced back open, the wood around the edges splintered from the force with which it had hit the frame. Jadwiga couldn’t have slammed it that hard. Either Jerzy or Lenny, the only other two who had not been in the room with her.
And she thought she knew which. Something had gone wrong. It had been harder for her to sense Lenny since he woke, but she could tell when the fear that always seemed to be rolling off him in waves had changed tenor. It was tainted, now. Furious. And hurt.
Jerzy’s head and shoulders appeared in a doorway up
