Chapter 157

"The only thing I saw was the amulet suspended in midair in the box." He shook his head, flicking his tired eyes to mine. "Floating."

"Wow," Travis breathed.

I nodded slowly. "Red and gold and silver and sus is all you said on the phone."

"Because it sensed you were in danger?" Travis asked the detective, then gestured to the amulet on the coffee table. "It's not floating now."

He shrugged.

"Maybe when you're up to it," I began, "we can go down to the library basement and see if anything else jostles your memory. Otherwise, it's back to square one with my trapdoor inside Mr. Seymour's office theory."

"Why is that square one?" Detective Palmer asked.

"I did a magic-detecting spell in Mr. Seymour's office."

"And?"

I shrugged. "And nothing. No magic. No invisibility. No metamorphosis through the office door's keyhole. Nothing."