Irix and I could have pheromoned our way in, but with an angel prowling around, it wouldn’t be wise for either of us to be making that much of a statement. Inspiring sexual activity in a dance club wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, but at a work site in the middle of the day, an orgy would cause more notice than either of us was willing to risk. So we were relying on Jordan and her special skills, which we hoped would work through binoculars. Irix had procured the field glasses from somewhere, or more likely someone. I didn’t want to inquire too closely. “Darci said they were blaming it on concrete quality, but she suspected sabotage. Jordan found magical energy when we examined the effected marshes. I’m wondering if this is connected to what happened to the trees. A weakened dam would breach in a storm and severely compromise the downstream areas.” Irix nodded. “It sounds like this Crimson Moon group has the motivation, and if they are the ones who killed those trees, they certainly have the power to do something like this, but don’t blind yourself to other causes.
