[Isolde]
Johnny never came home that night.
By the next morning, I was already up and out, going door to door questioning the neighbours. I checked the corner store, the liquor shop he frequented, even the seedy bar three blocks over where he liked to drink away whatever money he could scrape together.
Strangely enough, no one had seen him.
After wasting most of my morning in that futile attempt to find clues that might lead me to or even traces of my deadbeat ex-husband, I decided to shift gears. I made my way to Clifford-Hill University—my place of work.
The university had a small section of the library dedicated to occult studies, but from what Nikolai had told me, I doubted it was nearly as detailed or thorough as the Quinns’ private library. I knew that already, so I didn’t bothe
