“Gillman,” Crotty gasped. “Don Gillman.”
* * * * *
Ilene’s heart leapt into her throat as
Michael charged after the fleeing man. He seemed to think him
important enough to be worth the effort to catch, and given how
powerful the man was, Michael was probably right. Though she was
still shaking off the sapping effect of the sigil, she followed
after them, knowing she couldn’t move as fast as either man. Still,
Michael might need her help.
The fleeing wizard reached the door and did
something to Don Gillman, one of two men stationed there, that made
him collapse. She redoubled her pace, trying to catch up. The other
man who’d been standing guard turned and followed the pair out.
Ilene almost tripped on the steps down to the ground but grabbed
the rail to steady herself. She was
