Chapter 3Thad glanced over his shoulder as he turned toward the door leading down to the old train tunnels. The wind tore at his coat, making him shiver. He hoped Jaecar would pick up on a trace he’d be able to track, but he hoped it didn’t lead here. Ms. Davis had worked in the railroad restaurant, but the tunnels were a of couple miles away from the old station, so hopefully, she hadn’t been here.
He had a hard time believing she was the Angel Maker, she didn’t fit. The Angel Maker would be a powerful wizard, not a woman registered as a human. But, if he was wrong, and she was a shady person, she might have been to the black market. It didn’t matter if she had or not, today he didn’t need any specific information—he doubted anyone at the black market ever would give him specific informa
