Sixteen
My mind raced the entire drive through the city. What had Kevin done that would turn his DNA to stone? How long had he been using his magic? Was he on the Authority’s radar or had he been aligned with the Order? Where had he been the last five years? My brain kept jumping back to the question of motive. What would lead a seemingly normal guy to kill four people in the middle of a crowded city street?
A headache thrummed behind my eyes by the time I pulled into the driveway of the two-story row house. The wooden wraparound porch was in dire need of a new paint job and I noted a few missing shingles from the roof. I took the rickety steps two at a time and rang the buzzer by the door, waiting for a response.
One minute. No answer.
I tried again, this time adding a knock to the be
