“If you were Arden, where would you go to ground?” Kylian asked soon after arriving at Emile’s house.
“He’s got a whole damned city to hide in,” Emile replied. “Or anywhere else in the country when it comes down to it. It would be nothing for him to live in the northwest and teleport down here when the killing rage took over.”
“The question is, why here?” Kylian murmured as he paced the living room in Emile’s house.
“Our bad luck?” Emile smiled dryly before returning his attention to the map on his computer. “There has to be a pattern. The problem is, we haven’t found it yet.”
“Show me,” Kylian said, coming over to look at the map. “What order did he hit them?”
“Lafayette Two, St. Louis Two, and St. Mary. Then Lafayette One and now St. Louis One.”
“St. Mary is the odd man out,” Kylia
