“What do you mean by that? How am I your lead?” Amby asked, waiting for Gabe’s response. But the latter just fixed his eyes on her.
“Your paintings. They have traces of the designs on the crystal.” He replied curtly.
“Really? I have no idea. Maybe you can describe it more. Have you seen it before?” Amby asked.
“Only in my vision. Since you can see invisible patterns, and your designs are similar to the crystal’s, you are my key to finding it.”
Gabe's face set in a determined expression. "We are going to contact every thrift store, antique dealer, and artifact collector within and outside the city," he said. "Someone, somewhere, might have information about the crystal's whereabouts."
Amby’s mind started racing with the possibilities. "That is a great idea," she said. "But how do we do
