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After the bombing at the restaurant, Tyler had been able to deflect some of the fire damage. Did Gabriel have the strength to do the same? Were his brothers hiding here somewhere? Would they have tried to rescue the other residents, or would there not have been time?
He texted Hannah. She’d have access to a radio, and she’d know what was going on.
Have they found any survivors?
Not yet.
He gritted his teeth and typed another message. His finger shook as he pressed send.
Have they found any bodies?
No text came through, but his cell phone rang. Hannah.
“We’re five minutes away,” she said. It sounded like she was crying. “I’m trying to reach my dad to get more information, okay?”
“Do you know anything now?” His voice was hollow.
“They’ve found—” Her voice broke. “They don’t know—Michael, I’m sorry.”
“What, Hannah?” He had to choke the words out. Her emotion said more than her words did. “What have they found?”
“No bodies,” she said.
“No bodies,” he echoed. It should have been a relief, but it wasn’t. He felt as if someone else were having this conversation. “Then what?”
Tyler parked the truck beneath some trees a little way down the road. He killed the engine and didn’t move. Michael held his breath, waiting for Hannah’s answer. Hunter shifted closer, trying to listen.
Her breathing kept shaking. She was still crying. “Let me find out more, okay? Wait for me to call you back.”
“No! Hannah! What did they find?”
She choked on a sob. “Parts, Michael.”
“Parts?” He couldn’t make sense of the word.
“From the explosion.” Another hitched breath. “But they don’t know, okay? They haven’t identified anyone. Just wait. Wait ’til we get there.”
Michael couldn’t speak.
Parts. From the explosion.
“Thanks,” he said, and again, it was as if someone else were speaking for him, because his thoughts were tied up in panic and rage.
No wonder the building was still burning. No wonder they hadn’t found any survivors.
His brothers hadn’t been able to stop it.
Michael grabbed the door handle, but Tyler hit the locks.
“Stop,” he said. “Think about what you’re doing. We should have a plan.”
Michael could barely process that. Smoke was in the air and he needed to get out of this truck. He clawed at the lock as if he’d never seen one before. He needed—
Tyler grabbed him. “If some Guide blew up this place,” said Tyler, “he might still be here.”
“Good,” said Michael. The rage he’d felt earlier was nothing compared to this. His power was already reaching for the earth below the truck, ready to lay waste to the entire county if that was what it took. “I’m going to find him and kill him.”
“Not if I get to him first,” said Hunter. Metal clicked in his hands. Light glinted off his gun.
