Harley finished making her list of every human she had influenced since arriving in the twin cities. They could each take one end of the list, starting with the next likely victim, and keep going until they found Jonathan.

“But doing that isn’t hunting,” Harley said. She was pacing around, her hands making fists over and over again while she walked, nervous energy flowing through her. “It’s waiting. It’s setting one of us as bait. And if he takes you, what am I ...