CAINE
The house Marsh leads me to is no different from the others.
Marsh pushes the door open without knocking. No courtesy, not even a perfunctory tap. Interesting.
Inside feels bare, even more than a model home. There are no photos. No art. Nothing personal. Even Halloway's pretentious display of wealth had some semblance of life to it. This place resembles a vacant rental property.
There is furniture, though.
Jack-Eye emerges from what must be the kitchen with Elizabeth trailing behind. His shoulder brushes against hers, a short-lived point of contact, and it speaks volumes. The faint whiff of her scent clings to him.
He catches my eye and winks, that insufferable smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Where are the other two?" I ask Jack-Eye, scanning the barren living room.
"Upstairs." Jack-Eye jerks his thumb toward the ceiling. "The wizard doesn't like being around shifters. Gets the shakes." He drops his voice to a mock whisper. "I think we scare him."
