Twenty-Three
It was after midnight by the time we got back into the city and found Kayla waiting for us at the entrance to the Arlington T station. Her hair looked almost black in the darkness. Maybe it was because she was barely visible. She said nothing to our trio as we approached. Instead, she turned and started walking into the gardens. The memory of running through, chasing Kevin’s magic flickered across my mind’s eye. I’d been so close and I hadn’t fully realized it.
I didn’t have time to recount all the little ways things could have gone different if I’d just paid a little more attention or if I’d had the added resources of the Authority. I didn’t have to like working with them, but I couldn’t deny that they had managed to find the killer when the police and FBI had fallen short.
