ON WAREHOUSE FLOOR #1, Case followed Will along the first corridor. Fader walked beside her, two fingers hooked through a belt loop of her jeans. She wanted to stay in physical contact with him, but the hand-holding was getting sweaty. Will carried a pry bar he’d picked up from the shed near the elevators.
“You think Misty’s in the Peru crate?” she asked.
“If not, that crate will have something to lead us to it. Anyway, it’s our best link.” Will’s face became grim. “Our only link.”
“But how’s Misty connected to our powers suddenly going gonzo?” she asked.
“I’ve always thought your powers were astral-based. If your mother ran into some astral force, and your powers came from whatever she found—”
“You don’t know that,” she said, not wanting to think anymore about their mom or her fate.
