“Fuck!” Cooper whispered. “Just look at that, will you? Do it again.”
“Close,” Doren responded instantly, and all the locks fell. Five sets of eyes watched him, in interest, in awe, but with little surprise.
“Wait, it gets better.” Doren reached for August’s hand. “Because what I have is minimal compared to what Auggie can do with it. Auggie can amplify it somehow, intensify it.”
He shot a glance at August and nodded. In perfect synchronicity they reached for one another’s hand, pulled a deep breath, and every electronic function in the back of the limo began to race: the interior lights flashed, the locks began to jump up and down furiously, the CD player roared to life, spinning anxiously and out of count. It wasn’t until Doren released August’s hand that the limo silenced.
He waited for their reaction, smiling when Geoff nodded at him.