Jake’s brother Jeremy sat bolt upright at his workstation, then started hammering away at the keyboard. The burst of activity made Jake look away from his own computer screens, where he’d been scanning through headlines from Phoenix papers and TV outlets, hoping against hope that something might stand out from the usual noise and signal any possible witch or warlock activity. In reality, that sort of task was already being handled by Jeremy’s various algorithms — and it was unlikely that the de la Paz prima wouldn’t have detected the presence of someone not of her clan in the greater Phoenix area, even if Zoe’s gifts in that area were nowhere near as strong as her grandmother’s once were — but mostly, Jake had just been trying to appear busy.
However, Jeremy’s machine-gun typing seemed to
