My first thought was that the item was rather gaudy and looked cheap. It was about a foot long, oval, with gold around the edges and a giant peacock in the middle. My second thought was that someone must’ve forgotten the decimal point in the price tag. Neither thought was helpful.
The platter weighed a ton. Holding it up, I tilted it into the light and let my eyes blur. A few weeks ago, I’d had some luck learning to scry, which helped me solve a murder. I didn’t know if it was the lighting or the fact that I wasn’t alone, but this platter showed absolutely nothing. Hoping I didn’t look like a fool, I held it out in front of me and gripped the handles with both hands. Maybe I could induce a regular vision.
“What are you doing?” Geoff asked.
“Testing the weight,” I said, as if it was the
