“Nothing.” He angled his head to look past her. “How long does it take Tristan to teleport?”
She’d forgotten everything around her. A dangerous lack of attention in her line of work.
“No more than . . . a minute . . . or two.” She lifted her watch into view. It had been almost ten minutes.
Tristan had told her the other two Alterants had been shifting while he’d teleported her to this side. She grabbed Storm’s arm. “He should be here.”
“Think he has a problem?”
“No. Adrianna was right. The bastard lied to me. He said he had a couple places to teleport out of there. He’s taking the other two Alterants out a different way. I’m going to kill him.”
“That’s the spirit.”
THIRTY-ONE
Isak moved through his communications center, eyeing the multiplex of computer screens being watched for any sign of Evalle Kincaid.
She’d been right about using thermal imaging to target the beasts, but she hadn’t just guessed at that. She’dknownthe fog was cloaking the Alterants.
What else did Evalle know that she wasn’t sharing?
If she moved around this city, his men would find her.
His radio spurted a crackle noise, then, “Jones to base.”
Isak cued the mic on his radio. “What have you got?”
“Found a black Gixxer with a bad paint job. Gold underneath. Once I peeled vinyl off the tag it read EVLONE.”
Evalle’s tag and her Gixxer had been gold the last time he’d seen her. Isak said, “Location.”
His man gave him the coordinates in downtown Atlanta, saying, “Her bike’s close to the North Avenue MARTA station. That would be my bet for locating her.”
“Stay with that bike no matter how long it takes her to return. Let me know the minute it’s mobile.”
“Will do, but she handles that thing like a Daytona pro. She’ll spot me tailing her without a teamifshe doesn’t lose me first.”
“Understood.”
“Want me to tag the bike?”
Isak considered sticking a transmitter on her motorcycle and dismissed it as quickly. She might have a way of picking that up. If so, she’d abandon the bike and take off on foot, which would make it far easier for her to disappear. “No. The team is spread out across Atlanta. If we get a confirmed sighting of her, I’ll alert everyone to meet up. She might have left the bike as a decoy. I’ll put eyes on every MARTA rail station. You just stick with her if she surfaces.”
“What if she’s with someone or something else?”
Isak caught Jones’s “something else” reference to a nonhuman. The first time he’d met Evalle she’d been in the grasp of a demon he’d blasted with a custom-designed six-shooter. One of his many Nyght weapons. He hadn’t nailed down why Evalle dealt with nonhumans, but she was different.
She’d had a silver aura the first time he’d met her.
Tonight it had been gold.
He hadn’t known many auras to change and had never seen one like hers. Had she forgotten that he could see auras, or did she even know hers was different?
Nothing had turned up to confirm her as nonhuman . . . yet. He hoped that didn’t change.
For now, he wanted to find out who was after her and what else she knew about Alterants. He’d made the offer once before to make her disappear if she needed his help.
She’d declined.
