Billy did NOT like the look that played across Heda's face.

"Heda?

What are you thinking?"

"Where was Professor Hill's house?"

The wereturtle glanced at the article.

“Locust Drive? That's just "

He stopped.

“Heda, go tell your brother whatever your idea is. Now."

Heda rolled her eyes.

“I don't want to bother him with something that's probably nothing," she said, heading upstairs.

Billy followed.

"With you, something tends to wind up being something big and, if recent memory serves me correctly, explosive. Just go tell your brother . . . Heda, what are you doing?"

Heda had pulled up a mapping program and was locating the address that Billy had noticed on the newspaper clipping.

“Just checking on something."

["You don't need Google Earth to tell you where your brother is. He is downstairs," Billy added, speaking as if to a child.

"I will go get him for you —-"

("Nah, no need to bother him," Heda said with an unnatural, totally forced calm.

"Hey, I think I'm going to ——"

"Go downstairs and talk to your brother?"

"—— go for a flight. You know, clear my ——"

"Schedule, giving you plenty of time to go talk to your brother?"

"—— head."

Billy moved between Heda and the window. The eagle-shifter was already undressing in preparation of shifting.

"You're a day flier.