Chapter  301

OLLIE Riley had been sitting in that same position for over an hour----legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed in deep concentration that made his face look older than five years should allow. He was so still that if I didn't have werewolf hearing that could pick up his heartbeat and breathing, I might have worried he'd turned into a statue.   Lake, on the other hand, had approximately zero patience for stillness.   "Anything yet?" Lake asked for what had to be the twentieth time, executing a perfect cartwheel across the playroom floor before landing right next to where Riley sat. "Any visions? Glimpses of the future? Cryptic prophetic dreams? Anything?"   Riley's jaw tightened slightly----the only indication he'd heard Lake's question----but he didn't open his eyes or break his meditation.   I was sitting on the couch with a Captain Justice comic open in my lap, though I'd read the same page about six times without actually absorbing any of the words. How could I focus o