Raul wasn’t sure what he expected, but the sight greeting them made his skin crawl. Fahim’s description had been watered down, that much was clear. There were five teens, three girls and two boys. They were all naked and huddled in a corner. One of the boys tried to pull a filthy mattress over them.
Brandon was standing between them and the door. Bruises were scattered over his chest and a larger, fresher one bloomed across his hip. His hair was matted and greasy. Raul’s nose told him none of them had taken a bath or shower recently.
Sparks cascaded through the air from a wave of electricity that rippled between Brandon and the cops. His eyes weren’t focused, he shivered, and Raul could see he didn’t recognize the fact he and the kids were safe.
“Don’t go near them!” Brandon shouted. He spread his arms wide and the little sparks turned to longer, more powerful bolts of static. The wave separating Brandon from the cops changed from a bluish hue to whiter. The power he wielded was building.
A freaked out, utterly panic-stricken scintilla was dangerous and without the right equipment a physical confrontation could prove deadly to the attacker. Maybe to others nearby as well.
Raul darted forward so he was between Brandon and the others. Holding out both hands he spoke in a rush. “Whoa, easy, Brandon, remember me? Raul. It’s Raul. We spent a week together last year, been writing each other since.” He took a tentative step forward. “Sparky, remember that?”
“You’re done stealing children,” Brandon screamed and leaned toward Raul. The electric wave brightened and rippled faster.
Behind Raul Janey said in a soft voice, “I’ll get a rubberized blanket.” He heard her leave the room.
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