I had the connection now, solid and undeniable. The cold oily pressure wrapped around someone's consciousness somewhere in New Eden, and for the first time I could actually follow it back to find out who was being infected.
My heart was racing even though my physical body was lying motionless on my bed. This was it, the moment I'd been training for over the past week. A chance to actually intervene before the Whisperer finished its work and another person died.
I focused everything I had on maintaining the connection while tracing it back through the layers of consciousness to its physical location. The thread led me north through the city, winding between neighborhoods until it started narrowing down to a specific area.
Residential streets. Nice houses with actual yards. The kind of pl
