They pulled up in front of her house, and Zoe frowned. Parked in the driveway was her aunt’s silver Lexus, but next to it was a black Ford Taurus, a car she didn’t immediately recognize. As Evan turned off the engine, he followed her gaze to the unfamiliar vehicle.
“Someone you know?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, mentally ticking over possible members of the clan that Aunt Luz might have recruited for the search. Zoe wasn’t too thrilled at any of the prospects. Bringing in Evan hadn’t seemed too bad, because he wasn’t a member of the family, and so less likely to start spreading stories.
Also, if she had to have help in this venture, better a handsome McAllister warlock than one of her numerous cousins.
“But I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she added, then pushed on
