Chapter 27

Noemi Rosen was a mid-level Sensitive, able to detect sound-waves. No sneaking up on this woman. Her hair was shaved down to the scalp without a trace of stubble so she'd buzzed it recently.

I pretended that Green Thumb had sent me to check on her and make sure she was okay after witnessing their employee James' death.

"That was nice of them, but this visit really wasn't necessary." She kept me on her front stoop.

There wasn't that same rotting flesh and feces odor as when the smudge had been in Miles, but if it was no longer inside Noemi, and I was positive it wasn't, then how was she still alive?

"You haven't experienced any odd symptoms lately, have you?" I said.

Noemi rubbed a hand over her head. "Other than hair loss, vomiting, and mouth sores?"

"I didn't realize. I'm sorry."

She smiled. "It's okay. I finished chemo a few days ago and my prognosis is good."