Margot went back to the house. The chill was getting her, straight into her bones, which should, instead, have felt uncomfortably heated by the flat, hot air. Dead as mutton, Forrest. In this, her first moment of being alone since finding him, the knowledge took on reality. But his power wasn’t dead. If anything, it was stronger and worse, whatever it was, this power that had hamstrung Francine and had been causing her to fight like an ill-bred wildcat to keep it concealed.
Now it was loose. It was loose in the sense that Buran or any of his cops had the legal right to pry around and dig it out. The thought sent her running upstairs and into Francine’s suite. Do it before Buran did. While he was occupied outside with Sellbridge.
It was a new experience, this searching, and she had no pre
