CHAPTER 57The first rays of dawn filtered through the clouds that hung low over Woodstock Boulevard, casting a dull grayness over the bodies and debris that littered the street. Mara c****d her head and heard a growing chorus of sirens, clearly getting closer. Mara looked upward to see the clouds ripple, sort of bulging downward as the dragon circled above—with the Mason Fix-it Shop clearly at its center, its focus.
“Time to flush out the game,” Mara said in Prado’s baritone, raising a palm upward.
A bolt of lightning shot out of Mara’s hand, arching upward toward the clouds. It spidered throughout the sky, erupting in a brilliant blue flash, punctuated by the clap of thunder.
A roar echoed from the clouds that made Suter cringe. “What are you doing?” he said.
“Moving things along. It’
