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For the longest moment, I worried that Agent Lenz wasn’t going to go for it. After all — if the dubious expression on his face was any indication — he could have seen my request as a simple stalling tactic and nothing more. It wasn’t, though. I’d realized as he’d stared at me, challenging me to come up with some way to offer real proof for my claims, that the door-unlocking trick Jake had shown me wasn’t going to work here. It was one thing to move a few tumblers with your mind or your witchy powers or whatever you wanted to call them, and quite another to mess with a state-of-the-art biometric lock.
But then I’d remembered how Jake and Connor had talked about getting Agent Lenz to conjure a flame, and I guessed that would do just as well. Jake had told me how witches and warlocks cou
