Chapter 9Monday, October 13, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
I recognized the two inquisitors that showed up at Lockwood’s doorstep. Both had contusions and matching scowls on their faces. I felt their anger and it was all directed at me.
But then I didn’t need to be an empath to know that, I just had to look at the men.
Both were handsome, but not anywhere near Lockwood’s league. Few men are, but these were both picture perfect inquisitors. The one on the right was older, with a strong jaw and a bruise where I’d shoved his head into the brick wall at Rosie’s. His partner was younger, his emotions more volatile, with a bandage in front of his ear beneath his sandy blond hair. I’d broken the skin when I struck him with my gun.
At least both were here, on their feet, able to glare at me. I had
