Chapter 45

Overhead a seagull cawed, the sky and waves here at Jericho Beach a melancholic gray.

I dropped my head into my hands. I'd been so blithely certain that I'd come back with Meryem and I'd failed. A million "if onlys" trumpeted through my brain. If only we'd decrypted the drive faster, if only I hadn't freaked at the auction about my magic-stealing abilities and instead gotten answers from Birthmark Man. If only. If only.

I opened up my text chain with Charlotte Rose, but I couldn't bring myself to update her. I wanted to drown myself in a party-sized bag of ripple chips with a three-pound chocolate bar chaser. Instead, I mentally indexed any possible leads. The warehouse location was burned; there was nothing further to be found there. The Van Gogh was dead and the encrypted files hadn't yielded anything else to pursue. Talia was connected to the Van Gogh, but she wasn't connected to this, so that avenue was out.