Twenty-Seven
I regretted the decision to meet with everyone at the precinct the moment Melissa Freeman and her little boy showed up. The conference room was hardly as private as we needed it to be and I doubted I could get away with a silencing spell again. For one thing, despite the brave face I put on, the close call with letting Taggart’s magic out had taken more out of me than I wanted to admit. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sustain it, even with the boost of the Solstice.
“What’s the matter?” Molly asked. She’d discarded her FBI windbreaker and had rolled up the sleeves of her shirt.
“Nothing,” I lied eying the front desk as Denise and Troy appeared.
Jacquie met them at the reception desk and gestured to the conference room. I gave a small half-hearted wave at their approach before
