Nico had his arms outstretched, ready to perform telekinesis. He glanced from left to right, taking in Broken Nose on the floor by the basement door, then looking over to the bar. I followed his gaze. Knife Man was slumped against the counter. His head lolled to one side. Ed scuttled over and pressed his fingers against Knife Man’s neck. He shook his head. ‘I can’t feel a pulse,’ he said. I stood up. None of us had yet spoken, but it struck me that we were all taking the situation in our stride. A few months ago coming across two dead bodies would have freaked all of us out. I wondered uneasily what it said about me that my main feeling right now was confusion. Who had killed these men? And why? ‘I see you didn’t need us, Ketty,’ Nico said drily. He grinned at me. I gazed at the two bodies. Part of me wanted to smile back but, again, I felt uneasy. Two people had died – and, okay, so they were bad guys who had tried to lock us up for reasons we didn’t understand, but it seemed wrong to be making a joke that I could have done this.
