Twelve
I was beginning to hate the drive to Headquarters. Moreover I hated being on the offensive. Dad’s idea to reverse engineer the spell was sounding better and better. Though we also knew whoever had the stolen magic in their possession was on their way to the pawn shop for a drop. From Jacquie’s report, Mr. Vinegar had only picked up one item. What’s more if the attack had just happened, we might have a window of opportunity to get the necklace and restore the magic to it’s rightful owner. At least then it would feel like I was doing something useful. Something specific to protect the people who relied on me.
The group hadn’t bothered to gather in the meeting room on the second floor. They’d all crammed into the library and expressions were somber as I walked in. I searched the face
