Daniel hooked around the threshold of the door to peer into the lobby.
“Far end,” Sundown said, crouching, watching.
He followed her line of sight. Near the opposite end of the wide hall, where the boys had been playing their game, stood one of the youth in blue bandana and trenchcoat, arms outstretched, encircled in a white light that was emanating from the ground. The boy’s lips were moving but Daniel couldn’t make out what he was saying over the screeching and shaking of the building.
“Is he … summoning?” Daniel asked, incredulous.
“Nope,” Sundown said, taking a step out into the lobby. “He’s summoned. It’s done.”