Chapter 11

He climbed the steps, deep in thought. It hadn’t occurred to him Mira might be found by simple street-tramping detective work. He’d been so focused on following her energy, he hadn’t thought to simply follow her in person. If she was singing—and she probably was—there was a good possibility he’d be able to find her.

The notes he’d been keeping were spread out on his table. He’d been trying to remember exactly what the book he’d found in her flat had said. It was months ago now, and although he’d written down as much as he could remember, when he first started to realize this trip to the past was a long-term thing, he kept coming back to it. Perhaps it wasn’t so important now though. Kelly had emphasized it wasn’t the actual ritual, but the intent behind it that gave the Working its strength