Chapter Seventeen
The next morning was Saturday. I couldn't sleep late, no matter how much I wanted the extra shut-eye. My hourglass was running out of sand. Marina’s time-lock would expire on Monday, and I still had no idea where Marina was, or where her talisman was hidden. And before I could look for either of them again, I had to make sure that Guild tracer team was off my tail. I bit the bullet. Brewed some coffee. Munched one of Lilly's toaster pastries. Ducked my head into the Tapestry of Destiny.
The good news was, the tracers were off my tail. The bad news was, they had switched targets. They were tracing d**k. My shoulders slumped, and I let my chin drop to my chest. I couldn't let d**k lead the tracers to Marina. Now, we would have to waste valuable time running in circles to
