“So what are we looking for, exactly?” Gretch asked, while she typed on her laptop.

“It’s like an attic. The roof is slanted, view of London, there shouldn’t be a lot—”

“Found it!” She said not looking away from the screen. “It’s not far from the airport.”
—

The attic was just as I saw it, with the window looking over London. It was a local landmark, mostly praised for the windows and location. The attic was, of course, empty, except for a small tape player. Gretch and I glanced at each other and pressed play.

“So, Agent Dawson, good job finding this room with your little perceptive ability. Don’t worry Agent Lockhart, your aura skill will be helpful soon enough. I chose to record this message since neither of you are auditorily gifted. Touch the tape recorder, Jonah, go on…” I didn’t move. “Did you see it? The station where the man is? Gretchen, you can easily find him, he’s rather scared, being strapped to dynamite and all. His aura should be gray.”

Gretch and I exchanged glances. Damn.