That situation would have to be dealt with at some point. Not now, though, and probably not by him.
Finding the freak killing kids in this podunk town was a lot more important. And getting his butt back to St. Paul. That redhead wouldn't wait around forever.
Hold on. What the hell is that?
Wiley took his attention away from the brothers and focused on the ether.
After a couple of minutes, coming up empty, he blew out a frustrated breath.
There was nothing concrete, nothing he could put his finger on; just the feeling that something wasn't quite right.