Lucas turned to face her fully and crossed his arms over his chest. “What happened in this vision?”
“Nothing much, just quick flashes. Enough for me to see their face and talent, or at least one of their talents.”
When she said nothing more, Lucas was tempted to ask what talent Maya had, but he knew it to be personal information that Maya would give him when she trusted him enough to make herself vulnerable. He took building that trust as a challenge, something he thrived on, to discover why Maya carried a knife in her boot and had mystery people strong-arming her for a meet.
Peyton could see the curiosity flash in Lucas’s eyes and upped him a notch on her respect scale for having the restraint to not ask what he wanted to know.
“I’ll go to the police station tomorrow, file formal char
