"I've got him-- I think." Gaunt sounded uncertain.
"You think?" asked Cloudburst, glancing back at him.
"We're still pretty far," Gaunt said, "and he feels... fuzzy? Like..." Gaunt shook his head. "Like I'm having trouble focusing on him."
"Some kind of psychic interference?" asked Tempest, but it was clear from her tone that she was wondering aloud rather than asking a genuine question.
"Maybe," said Gaunt. "Maybe just distance. I've never had anybody screen themselves from me -- except Harbinger, and in his case I can't locate him at all."
"Okay," said Tempest. "Direction?" They'd come down FL-29 before turning west onto US-41, which was apparently also the Tamiami Trail East, heading loosely for Everglades National Park
Gaunt pointed ahead and to their right. "I think... I think we keep going until we get closer, or I get a better reading."
"I think we're going to need to rent a boat," Cloudburst said quietly.
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