Chapter Eleven
For the rest of the day, I continued my stealth mission. Outwardly, I was moving from house to apartment to garage, fixing busted windows and torn up drywall and cracked masonry, working my way down Miss Wanda's fix-it list. Inwardly, I was tracing every thread of Destiny that I crossed, looking for intersections with my suspect threads.
Abilene was crossed off my list of suspects, but she was one of many threads that made up a complex weave through this neighborhood. There were so many connected threads, so many connection points between them. Each time I thought I had identified a solid thread, it spun off and some other thread took its place.
At lunch, I sat on a bench by the basketball court nibbling a sandwich and watching auras. I didn't spot anyone with the resolve
