Six Hours - D. L. Lindsey

So far this month, I've seen people walking away from 50-story falls to go make a phone call, throwing SUVs at me down alleys because they didn't want to have a chat, and floating their drinks in the air with their minds because they're too lazy to simply hold the glass the old-fashioned way.

Then, things got weird.

Now, I'm running around with people that can do crazy things while trying to find clues to some super-secret conspiracy which in turn is protected by people that are very willing to kill anyone that annoys them.

And why am I the one having to do all this you ask? Funny. I've been wondering the exact same thing. I'll never look disparagingly at paperwork again.