Anthony had been working without sleep, running mostly on coffee and sheer force of will. It was usually easier to find immortals, they each had their own separate, distinct energy. Humans weren't...interchangeable, no, it wasn't that, but in such a small area with such a dense population, sometimes they overlapped.
He'd run a hand over the photo album so often, he'd know it by touch anywhere. A map of the city sat on the other side of him, as his fingers traced the shape of the neighborhoods. He was so close, he could feel it in his bones.
Jamie ate his sandwich because there was nothing else for him to do, and if he didn't, everyone else would just worry. He wasn't really hungry, but he was grateful for the distraction. "You ought to eat something too, Lena," he said.
"He's right," Nikkie said, from her post near the coffee maker. "I'll make you something. And Anthony, since he tends to forget to eat, even under the best circumstances."