Chapter 17
Normally, I would have thought it fortuitous, yet not altogether strange, had Magenta Freedom Tatiana Scrutolowenski—owner of Olga’s Oracle and Occult Bookstore—somehow been immediately available and able to answer my urgent telephone call. But imagine my heart-stopping shock when she not only answered her shop phone on the first ring, but also addressed me by name—
“Matthew? Is that you? I’ve been waiting for your call, sweetie.”
—without even hearing me speak.
Gripping the phone receiver tighter in my shaking hand, I cleared my throat and located the voice that had momentarily escaped me. “How the fu—err—the heck did you know it was me, Olga?”
“I received some profound vibrations only a while ago, as if I was needed, that I should prepare myself to aid someone. And of cou
