Marugon’s eyes opened.
He sat in the back seat of one of Wycliffe’s vans. Goth sat in the front passenger’s seat. Besides him sat a terrified young driver in Wycliffe’s employ, sweat dripping down his face.
Goth half-turned. He wore a headset with a microphone and an earpiece. “Lord?”
Marugon closed his eyes and concentrated, his will searching for the voidspawn spirit bound into the corpse.
Visions flashed through his mind.
He saw a large white house, a red van parked outside…
A door exploded in a shower of splinters…
A girl screamed, and a little boy’s face came into sight…
Marugon sat ramrod straight. “Lithon Scepteris.”
“You have found him, Lord?” said Goth.
Marugon reached for the seeking spirit. He felt its presence, like an icy wind blowing against his face. “Driver. Where I am pointing?”
The young man swallowed. “Uh…the stoplight?”
“Fool! Not that. Towards what district of the city am I pointing?” said Marugon.
The driver licked his lips. “Cicero, I think.”
“Are there any large white houses within Cicero?” said Marugon.
The driver shrugged “It’s a suburb. Lots of people live there. Some of the houses might be white.”
“Make for Cicero with all speed,” said Marugon.
The driver hesitated. “But…”
“Do it!” Marugon put the full force of the Voice into his words. The driver whimpered and hit the gas. The tires screeched, streetlights reflecting off the windshield.
“But…I’m going at least ninety, the cops will stop us…”
“Bah!” said Marugon. He muttered a few words and focused a portion of his will into a spell. “The city guards will not trouble us. Drive with all speed. Goth. Command your kin to circle above Cicero. Order them to watch for a red van near a large white house.”
Goth tapped his headset and growled orders.
Marugon sank back into a half-trance, his will searching for the seeking spirit.
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