I want to know what happened to his Lumi. It may not tell me anything. Or it may tell me everything.
The last forty-five minutes of my shift dragged like cans behind a car, jouncing and rattling all the way up my spine. I told two people the wrong due date for their movies and shorted another on his change. I found myself staring at the door, rubbing my wrist. Damon hadn’t said whether he was coming back for me after work.
He did, though. When I stepped out the door and began walking down the sidewalk, he fell into step next to me, as if he hadn’t been nowhere-to-be-seen moments before.
“Any sign of him?” I asked.
“No.” He rubbed his face wearily. “But if I can’t find him, maybe the Formyndari can’t, either.”
We took another few steps in silence. “I didn’t know you two were so close.”
