5
All during the meeting at Jake’s house, Jeremy had hoped he would be interrupted by a ping from his phone, an automated signal he’d set up to let him know if any of the computers back at Trident HQ had found something worthwhile. But they’d broken the convo up around nine, and he hadn’t heard a damn thing.
Still, he swung by the converted Craftsman house across from Wheeler Park that served as their witch-finding operation’s headquarters rather than go straight home. When he checked in, everything seemed to be operating correctly, the algorithms he’d put in place doing their job of sifting through all the data within a particular set of parameters, but obviously, they hadn’t found anything.
He spent a restless night and was back at HQ early for him, around eight. Still nothing. Or rat
