With Fezzik in hand and my ears and magical senses alert, I stepped inside. The crackling of fire came from beyond a large building, a commercial kitchen and bakery, the lit sign over the door promised. Twenty food trucks were parked in parallel spaces across from it and a few more were in the back where the smoke was coming from.
I opted for following the fence instead of going straight down the wide center aisle. One of the magical beings I sensed was close to the fire, maybe crouching atop the fence and looking down. The others—I picked out two more beings—were on the far side of the compound. Min would have gone straight to her beleaguered truck.
When I stepped into the shadows between the commissary and the fence, I paused to summon Damas.
Can you take me to Min? I asked as soon as
