Chapter 16
I stood rather stupidly for far too long on the shore of the creek under the bridge, looking at the little numbered flag that marked the spot where the whistle had been just that morning.
I don't know what I thought would be different. Clearly it was evidence. Andrew surely would have pointed it out to the police. So why had I been compelled to come here?
I pressed a hand to my forehead. Perhaps that little bit of magic I had done the day before with the waterfall had drained me more than I had realized. I had gotten up a bit earlier than usual, but I had gone to bed way earlier than usual. I had gotten a full night's sleep and then some. I shouldn't be feeling this tired or this disoriented.
It must've been the spell or whatever I had done with the waterfall. That was the o
