Twelve
“The tattoo he mentioned. It’s the same one Taggart had, right?” Jacquie asked as she weaved between cars heading to Boylston Street.
“Yeah. I didn’t notice it in the footage, but that doesn’t mean much. She can turn herself basically invisible. And from what Kayla said, she’s strong enough to extend her invisibility field to other people. It can’t be hard to cover up the brand.”
Jacquie opened her mouth to speak when her cell phone rang through the car’s Bluetooth. It displayed Troy’s face and name. She reached to decline the call.
“No, it’s fine. Answer it,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
She hit ‘Accept’ and said, “Troy, I’m busy right now.”
“Aunt Jacquie, she’s gone,” he said, his pubescent voice cracking.
“Who’s gone?”
“Neveah. She was there one minute and then some
