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circular glow illuminates the view. Adam has a flashlight.
“Hey, James? Why don’t you lead the way for us?”
“Yes, sir!” He skids to a halt in front of Adam’s feet, offers
us an exaggerated salute, and runs off so quickly there’s no
possible way to follow him. I can’t help the smile spreading
across my face.
Adam’s hand slips into mine as we move forward. “You
okay?”
I squeeze his fingers. “You told your ten-year-old brother
about my magical powers?”
He laughs. “I tell him a lot of things.”
“Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“Isn’t your house the first place Warner will go looking for
you? Isn’t this dangerous?”
“It would be. But according to public records, I don’t have
a home.”
“And your brother?”
“Would be Warner’s first target. It’s safer for him where I
can watch over him. Warner knows I have a brother, he just
doesn’t know where. And until he figures it out—which he
will—we have to prepare.”
“To fight?”
“To fight back. Yeah.” Even in the dim light of this foreign
space I can see the determination holding him together. It
makes me want to sing.
I close my eyes. “Good.”
“What’s taking you so long?” James shouts in the distance.
And we’re off.
The parking garage is located underneath an old abandoned
office building buried in the shadows. A fire exit leads
directly up to the main floor.
James is so excited he’s jumping up and down the stairs,
running forward a few steps only to run back to complain
we’re not coming fast enough. Adam catches him from