“No, but I have to find O’Shea first. He’s in trouble. Berget . . . if things change, I’ll go after her in a heartbeat. But right now . . . .” I looked at Jack, stared into his swirling tri-coloured blue eyes. “Right now, I need someone to train me before he dies. Can you manage?”

Jack snorted, and patted the sheets down around him. Laughing, his eyes twinkled up at me, the swirl of colors a reminder of what I was, what I would always be. A Tracker to the bitter damn end.

Jack gave me a wink. “You think you’re ready to learn what you can really do?”

I laughed, and touched Alex on the head. “What do you think, Alex? You think we should hang out with Jack for a while?

Rippling his lips up over his teeth, Alex started nodding his head at a speed that would have given me whiplash. “Yuppy doody!”

Smiling, I nodded slowly. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”