After a quick mental debate, Alistair opted to hide first and assess the situation. His eyes darted around—the bathroom to his left stood out as the ideal hiding place.
In one fluid motion, he ducked inside, carefully suppressing his spiritual energy. Not daring to activate Spiritual Awareness, he could only peer through the door crack, stealing furtive glances outside.
The moment he concealed himself, the shadowy figure stepped into the living room. His narrow line of sight hid the figure's full form, revealing only a hazy side profile.
A light-colored trench coat swathed their frame completely. Knee-high black leather boots and faded blue jeans clung to slender, toned legs—clearly a woman's.
A girl? What was she doing here? By logic, only two kinds of people would show up at a crime
