Ivan
"This isn't working," I snarled, pacing back and forth in the parking lot. "Maybe I don't have enough power?"
"The power isn't the issue," Billy shook his head, sitting on his bike. "It's the focus."
The three trackers were waiting for us in the empty lot. Craig was in his car, Billy was in his Harley, and a woman was sitting behind him. That turned out to be Rayne Nyx. I didn't know if that was her real name, but the moment she saw me, she made herself smaller and barely managed a quick hello. What was crazy was that Robert had explained that she was a unique sort of tracker. She used weaponized empathy to find her targets.
