Chapter 43
Walking back to the car, he made himself take slow, even breaths. Dale slid behind the wheel and allowed himself one long minute to rest his head on the steering wheel. I will find him. I will get him back.
He drove to the last place he’d tracked Riadh and waited. It took three hours before he felt the tingling pull again. Hastily, Dale began searching again.
Stopping in front of a big expensive-looking house in a wealthy neighborhood, Dale stared from across the street. This had to be it. He walked all the way around the block just to make sure the trail wasn’t leading off past the house in another direction. Nope, approach from every angle pointed to the house. It was logical that someone as powerful as Archimedes had money.
The sensation of Riadh’s magical presence abruptly faded again. What the hell was the damn mage having Riadh do that required him to retreat to the box frequently? Or was the bastard just toying with the djinn?