“Because you didn’t know that you could,” he told her. “It’s easy enough — I’ll show you later. For now, let’s get to work on those adoption records of yours.”
He moved into what once had been the home’s living room — or maybe the front parlor when it was first built around 1911 — and sat down in front of one of the Mac Pro computers set up there. Sloane followed him, her gaze taking in all the details…and maybe mentally adding up the value of all those expensive computers and their accompanying cinema displays.
After a pause, she sat down in the office chair next to his workstation. “You work here with your brother and cousin?”
“Yes,” he said. “I mean, they’re not here today because it’s Saturday, but usually, it’s all three of us.”
“Tracking down witches.”
Her tone was almost too ne
