6 * John drove white-knuckled. He hated Adam Weishaupt Boulevard under the best of conditions, and this wasn't even close to being best of conditions territory. He could feel his #yunk power surging. Now would not be a good time for it to manifest itself. The papers were filled with speculation about exactly what had happened that night three weeks ago on the North Side when his #yunk power had spiked. God knew how Candice had dealt with that situation. John really didn't want to know. Some things were best left untouched.
Dave couldn't drop it though. Kept on talking. Mostly about his fear of what Candice might do, rather than what she might say.
Sweet Jeebus, thought John. The poor bastard still has no idea what Candice is capable of.
As he pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned factory, John noticed...