10
On the Ball
Archie was asleep in his bed when I entered the office. He cracked an eyelid as I made my way over to the table that held my altar, but didn’t seem otherwise inclined to pay much attention to what I was doing.
Good. I could work with an audience, but I preferred not to.
Because the pendulum had worked so well for me when I was looking for evidence along the San Ramon River, I figured I’d go ahead and start there. If that didn’t work, there were my Tarot cards, or my rune stones. If neither of those provided any illumination, then I’d have to bring in the big guns, but I had to hope I wouldn’t be pushed to that resort.
I went to the closet and got out the pendulum cloth I used for this sort of work, then lifted a clear quartz pendulum from inside the carved box where I n
