Chapter 9
Eli stood inches from the ledge. Below him, several stories down, traffic passed: cars, busses, and motorcycles whizzed by with an occasional horn blowing. From this distance, Eli couldn’t ascertain any human auras, but his preternatural eyesight helped him as he checked the people who walked the sidewalks and streets. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was an odd mixture of locals, street vendors, and tourists who plied the streets. No tall thin man wearing a dark hoodie.
Sully had mentioned he saw the hooded man from the ruins—or least someone matching the clothing from earlier—right as they were leaving the hospital. By the time Eli attempted reconnaissance of the area, any trace of Malakion had disappeared. If he had been there, there was no proof.
Eli couldn’t sleep. Maybe i
