We had notes on the other work he was doing. Drugs. Robbery for hire, moving things between the illicit, villain-run camps on corner worlds. There were plans for other things. In the future, he seemed to have two days where he and his people would be moving humans. It wasn’t clear why or for what purpose, but they were to be delivered from one corner world to another.

Once they realized the notebook was gone, they would change their plans.

Kenzie was all smiles, so excited from the excursion and her involvement in it that the issue with Mayday seemed to breeze past her. Still, we were leaving her mostly alone, with Sveta keeping her company. I could remember her blowing up over her bag.

Some of Kenzie’s attention was on Ashley. Damsel was still in Cedar Point, giving us a window into what Beast of Burden was doing. For the time being, he was having beers with his clique. They were to remain in Cedar Point, but they’d have their own corner of things. They would leave Prancer alone if they were left alone, but I doubted things would remain that way. One group or the other would grow.

For the time being, Beast and Damsel’s group told war stories. Nailbiter, agitated, had left a bit ago. We’d tracked her on the camera as she met up with Colt and a young guy. The three of them went for a walk along the waterline, Nailbiter asking about ‘employees’, the young guy answering, while Colt remained silent unless spoken to.

I finished reading through the notebook and handed it to Rain, who was working on his arms. The mask and sleeves were set aside, Kenzie’s work, not his.

His expression was grim.

“How are you dealing?” I asked.

“It was my day,” he said. “And I couldn’t even use my power without stirring up more trouble than it was worth.”

“We need to talk about things,” I said.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “Not today. Please? Today’s been rough.”

I nodded. I pushed the notebook in his direction.

Chris had the corner, his back to us, and he was hunched over a video game. Oblivious to the rest of the world, drawn into his shell.

Tristan and I were the ones without a place to be. I met his eyes, and I walked out to the fire escape.

He joined me.

I stood by the railing at the little balcony-landing outside the door. Tristan sat on the top stair.

“You were trying to keep Kenzie from being alone in the building,” I said. “And from being alone with Erin and Rain.”

“Yeah.”

“Keeping Sveta and I together.”

“No manipulation or strategy there. You two fit.”

“Do I need to worry?” I asked.

“That’s a loaded question,” he said.

“Can I trust you?”

He didn’t answer me.

“Or is it that you don’t trust them?” I asked.