In the passenger seat, Devon slapped a silencer onto his Heckler and Koch MP5. Jack sat in the backseat, sorting out various amulets and charms. He wasn't saying anything because he didn't want to accidentally invoke any of their powers and turn everyone in the car into a pile of bones and goo. Jack had told Aiden that after Aiden kept asking him questions about what he’d brought, annoying Jack and interrupting his train of thought. Devon gazed into the dark hills through the windshield. “We're getting closer. I can feel her somewhere to the north of us,” he said as he glanced at the GPS on Aiden's dashboard. “Got it,” Aiden replied as he floored the Hummer. He was going as fast as he dared on the dark country roads. Whoever’d taken her had held her for close to three hours now, and all the terrible things that could have been done to her in that time tortured Aiden. Images of his dream, with her crying and in terrible pain, kept filling his mind.
