Modest bungalows and small post-war ranches lined the street. Lights burned in a few of the houses, but most were dark, including the diner owner’s house three doors down. Once the neighbors were in bed, she and Griffin would break into their target and search. With just over an hour until midnight, they’d be at a slight but manageable disadvantage if they encountered dark forces. Better to deal with that, though, and have the Mundane neighbors in bed, than risk their involvement if she and Griffin had to engage the people from the diner. The streets were empty. Most residents had gone to bed for the night. “Lights went out next door to the target.” Griffin nodded down the street. “When the neighbor across the street turns in, we’ll move.” “Right.” She didn’t think she could stand finding evidence that tied the tainted coffee to mages. On the other hand, solving a big problem involving dark magic or—worst case scenario—Void demons might open the way for him to return home.
