Jared met up with Greg a few minutes before study hall. Greg immediately handed over a folder. Jared gave the contents a glance and sighed with relief. They even had the back-up email addresses. "You guys are lifesavers."
Greg smiled. "I'll pass it on, Your Majesty."
Jared gave him a look that was half-annoyance and half-smirk. It was something of a joke between Jared and the people who knew about his "kingdom", and it had yet to get old. Middle-aged, maybe, but not old. "Did you get the other information I asked for?"
"Yeah, right here." Greg took out yet another folder and gave it to Jared. The reason Greg was the head informant--the "lord chamberlain"--was his love of organization. He didn't know everything Jared did, but he knew where to find it all. Jared was perfectly happy to let him keep track of the physical information, while keeping perfect mental copies in his head. He had nothing to hide from his half-brother.
Now he looked at the papers and frowned. "No one owned the house before she did?"
"Yeah, it was an empty lot. I think we used it to play soccer when we were kids."
"I remember that. So the city owned it first?"
"Yeah. We found the sale records, but they just say 'unspecified buyer' and leave it at that." Greg gave a disdainful sniff. "Not very efficient."
"You'd be the expert on that." Jared closed the folder, thinking. Then he shook his head. "None of this makes sense. It's like Destiny just appeared out of thin air and started messing with our lives."
Greg nodded seriously. He too saw the monsters, and his ability was a secret known only to himself and his half-brother. His "aura" had yet to be noticed by the all-seeing Tristan, and Jared preferred it that way. A small and secret weapon, if they ever needed it.
Jared put the first folder in his backpack and gave the second back. "Get to study hall, Greg. I'll meet up with you around seven. Your mom's making spaghetti, right?"
"Yeah. See you then."
Neither Ferrell saw the black-skinned teen watching them. Of course, they would have had to be Seers to see her at that point.
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