“You’re here!” Martin stood up from the tatty computer desk and hurried over to hug his step-sister. Sienna always thought they made quite a pair – his skin was as pale as Wendy's was dark and he had tousled blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was also at least four inches shorter than Wendy though his tendency to slouch made it look more. “Great! I want to see this for myself.”
“I’m not sure I can do it on demand,” Sienna said knowing he was talking about her powers.
“From what Wendy said you should,” he said.
“Before we get to that did gran and Dave convince Mum to split up with Keith?” Wendy asked.
“I think so,” he said. “At least she slammed the door on his apology last night. I think the fact he actually hit her this time was a wake up call. He’s never got physical before.”
“Wait! He hit her?” Sienna said.
Wendy nodded solemnly. “Only a slap but it was a definite escalation, but back to business. We need to know if any cameras could have caught what happened with Sienna and that guy.”
“I can check,” Martin said. “Where were you?”
“Castle Street, near the music shop,” Wendy said.
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not," Martin said. "Can you be a bit more specific?”
“We were right by the newsagent about two shops down from the music shop,” Sienna said.
“Oh, no then. You’re lucky that’s a blind spot for the cameras. Why? Do you think that's how the shooters are finding people?”
"It's not just that." Sienna described what the police officer had said to her and he frowned.
“That does sound like he knew something, but if he did it’s not because of the cameras.”
“Somehow that’s even more worrying,” Sienna said dryly.
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