Kayden started to argue but was silenced by his father"s stern look, stalking off to fume. My dad walked over, clapped me on the shoulder, gave a curt nod to the Sheriff, and led us out. In the car, he was quiet for a long time. "Tyler," he finally said, "use our own channels too. Check with the transport crews in town, the drifters. See if anything"s off. And… keep an ear out for any movement from the Windsors." **(Elliott"s Perspective - The Mayor"s Office)** I didn"t return to school or to the sun-drenched house I found so grating. I went straight to Town Hall, to my father"s office. My father, Mayor Richard Windsor, sat behind a vast mahogany desk, reviewing documents. He appeared to be in his forties, distinguished, silver hair impeccably styled. But I knew his true age was centuries
