Chapter 23
“You need to stay outside unless I call you.”
“What? No!” The driver-side door slammed so hard it banged like a shot through the night. Good thing Mr. Smythewhite was busy picking the lock on the house’s back door and appeared not to have heard.
Still, we had very little time left for this discussion. How long would it take to track down whichever victim had been chosen? Was there a ritual that needed to be performed to channel death energy through Bastion’s pelt?
I couldn’t be sure. So I could only assume that we had no time left to lose.
“Yes.” I reached up to grab Slim’s shoulders before he could hare off after our suspect. Then I channeled Grace and went directly for Slim’s weakest spot. “This isn’t just any case. Bastion’s life depends on it.”
Slim’s eyes fell. He scu
