Grayson quickly scanned the article, his eyes picking out key details:
Reports senseless rampaging
Crowd fleeing in terror
Empaths allegedly in Stone Solutions’ luxury box
How the hell could there be empaths at a Seahawks game?
And what’s Reece gonna do if he thinks other empaths might be in danger?the little voice in his head pointed out.
Grayson had to get to Lumen Field, immediately. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said, handing her back the phone. He hurried toward another set of stairs that led to the car deck.
You lost eyes on your corrupted empath on a ferry full of people, the little voice in Grayson’s head said, rather unhelpfully.At the exact same time there’s a panic happening at the stadium fifteen minutes away.
Maybe Reece hadn’t discovered the situation yet, andGrayson could stop him before he dumped more proverbial empathic fuel on the stadium fire.
Sure, sure. You’re definitely going to be that lucky. And if there are other empaths involved, Reece is going to be totally good with letting the Dead Man show up. He’s definitely not going to try to stop you.
Grayson really needed the little voice in his head to stop sounding so much like a certain sarcastic empath he knew. He reached the stairs, but as he started forward, the crowd around him erupted in screams.
“Why are we trapped here—”
“This isterrifying—”
“I’mso afraid—”
Grayson was jostled to the side and shoved into the wall as the crowd abruptly swelled around him, stampeding to the stairs like spooked cattle. The staff member Grayson had been speaking with suddenly jumped up on a chair.
“What is happening?” she bellowed, hands clasped to her face, loud enough to hurt Grayson’s ears.
Inexplicable and sudden fear setting off every person around him and blocking him in?
Yeah. Reece was making sure he had his work cut out for him getting to Lumen Field.
Chapter Thirty-Two
... there are those who would disagree with me, of course, but frankly it’s simply preposterous to think the protective instinct of an empath sibling is reciprocated. The empath is a parasite, nothing more.
—Comment in the manualAnatomy of a Dead Man
Liam had been able to drive them downtown, but there’d been roadblocks set up around the stadium, and Jamey was pretty sure some of the hulking enforcers mixed in with the cops were undercover Stone Solutions response.
“They’ll let me pass. I’m still with the force,” Liam said, starting to roll down his window.
“Let Diesel and me out here,” Jamey said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek from the back seat. “You two stay in the car and stay safe.”
Liam and Aisha exchanged a look that Jamey was pretty sure meant they had their own ideas, but Diesel was hopping out the other back seat door, and they needed to go. Jamey leaped out of the car, and the two of them ducked past the barrier.
“Hey!” one of the undercover response team members called, but they were already running toward the stadium.
One block over they hit the crowd. Jamey had to fight like a salmon going upstream against the people running from the stadium.
“This is not how I like to watch football,” Jamey said as they dodged a group of fans with painted faces.
“Same.” Diesel ducked past a pair of men in head-to-toe fleece. “Give me my couch and—oh shit.”
But Jamey had seen them too, three women in Seahawks sweatshirts and beanies, struggling to hurry down the sidewalk as they carried five crying kids between them.
