Chapter Eight
Mrs. Baker’s white-gloved hand turned the pages of the Piero Codex with careful reverence. Her medieval Latin was a lot better than mine, so she took the lead locating and translating the spells we wanted. She needed only a few minutes. I looked over her shoulder, watching for any mistakes I might be able to correct. She didn’t make any.
When we had the spell translated, we read over it, absorbing the concepts. We didn’t take long to understand it. It was simple. Elegant. Almost obvious in retrospect. It was pure genius.
"The mission is to use this spell to track down the missing key. But we can’t do that here. Ready for another golf cart ride?" I asked Mrs. Baker.
Mrs. Baker nodded and started toward the door.
Bree looked up. "Wait, where are you two going?"
I turned t
