Chapter 288: I Don't Care What Path You're On, I Still Want In

*Tracking someone with tossed leaves?* Juliana Lyson felt a little dazed. What era was this, that they were catching suspects without any modern tech and instead messing around with mystic rituals? The falling leaves drifted everywhere without any obvious pattern. How was that supposed to lock onto a living, breathing person? Curiosity ate at her, but she did not interrupt. She simply watched Diego Santee quietly as he repeated the same cycle over and over: picking up leaves, murmuring incantations,...