“Rick? You see anything going on at my house?” I asked.
Rick took out his iPhone and began searching it. He frowned. “Uh, hmm. Wow. Looks like there's a yellow alert on this.”
“Yellow alert? Meaning?” I prompted.
“It means someone tried the barrier, but failed to gain access.”
“Good or bad?” I looked up at Dante.
“I would suggest not going home at this time,” Dante said. “Or using the ley lines again.”
I turned to Tom. “Tom, do you have rooms available here? Somewhere?” I knew that there was a hotel within the building, but I wasn't sure who owned them.
“I'll check and see.” Tom turned and picked up a land-line phone that was black and looked ancient. He dialed a single number—it might have been zero.
“I sense there is much trouble around us,” Dante said, gliding up beside me. He l
