“I think cockroaches would be more helpful than Constantine,” Caleb mutters between sips.

“Well then. Tefe, my colleague here was suggesting that he might be able to extend your senses over the full length and width of the ley lines, allowing your connection to the red to help you locate Corrine. It is, of course, more easily said than done, but in theory it’s a sound plan.”

He turns back to Sand. “I’ll endorse an attempt.”