“Let’s do it then. I’m ready. Archie?”
“Yes, I’m ready.” Archie was almost green, he was so pale. “I’ve never done anything like this before, just so you know.”
“I haven’t done it for fifty years, lad. So, let’s get to it.”
They sat in silence, focusing as Kelly had instructed. Eventually the marble began to vibrate. “That’s it. Keep going.” His voice was soft. “We’re looking for Mira’s location. Where is she, now this minute?” All of a sudden, the marble shifted. It didn’t roll, as Lew had been expecting. It jumped in a straight line and stopped suddenly. The paper under it began to smolder. Kelly reached out a hand and smothered it out with a thumb. “That’s it, then. Well done. Shield again now and then we’ll see what we’ve got.”
The small singed patch on Lew’s map was over Archer Street.
“Well bloody hell!” Archie was ecstatic. “That’s what I said last night! I said if she was a singer she might be hanging round Archer Street! I said!”