If he thought there was something there that could help, there probably was. His silence on the drive over had worried me, but he probably had a lot to think about. I hoped he was coming up with some sort of plan for finding Mason, and that the plan included calling me as soon as he found him. I wasn’t holding my breath on the phone call. Mason had murdered one of his kids. There was no way Jason would let that go without some kind of payback. With the power at Jason’s disposal, I shuddered to think what that payback would entail. As we entered the building and were faced with the proof of Jason’s power, his face paled slightly, and I saw him clench his fist at his side. Apparently, the reminder of what had happened was unwelcome. Not only for him, but for me as well. Sure, I was comfortable asking him to use his tracking abilities to help me, but I had tried to avoid situations where he’d have to do more. The sheer devastation of the warehouse floor scared me, and, even knowing Jason as I did, it made me nervous to have such an obvious display of his strength.
