SIXTEEN
“WHOEVER HAS THE KEYS HAS THE POWER,” Tess murmured. “Zeus must have thought the same thing. That would be why he took Garrick’s key.”
Harry nodded. “What I’ll need you to do…” He got off the couch and went to a backpack in the corner that hadn’t been there that morning. Picking it up, he dumped it on the table and opened an inner pocket. “Come over here.”
Curious, she left the couch to go to the table.
Her father put a notepad and pencil down in front of one of the seats.
“What?” she asked, glancing from it to him. “What do you need me to do?”
“Sit down and write as much as you can remember about wherever you and your mom stayed in the last year and a half.”
“Year and a half?”
He nodded. “Since January of last year.”
For a few seconds, she thought about it. “That’s when y
