Chapter 13

Riadh shrugged and sat at the desk. It only took a moment to call up the website.

“It’s awfully low key,” Dale said.

“True, but it’s not built to impress. You don’t get anything more than a home page unless you have a log in. Her log in is MadameE and the password is Shazam.”

Dale snickered. “Really? I knew she had a sense of humor.”

Even after Riadh logged in, it was a fairly barren website with a search function, a message system and a rather cryptic few tabs labeled—items, services, and technical support. He pulled up the inbox. There were only three messages. “The first one appears to be from the client who traded for the pen, sent a few weeks ago. The second is an inquiry about a personal security item and the third one is from someone who’d like to have a curse placed on his boss.”

“Did Aunt Mildred do…curses?” Dale asked tentatively.

“No, she generally steered clear of that sort of thing. She said the karma was too bad.”