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.The room was darker than the one we’d come from.Black casings and backdrops show cased the featured semi-precious and precious jewels.At the far back wall was a large temple-shaped cabinet displaying.well, to me they were just colorful rocks.I made my way around the room until I spotted the empty stand in the centre.Across the room, Detective Wurz turned on his heel and walked out, bluntly telling us he’d be back soon.The guy made my blood simmer.Even if he hadn’t blackmailed us into the case, I couldn’t imagine getting on with him.I waited until his clunky footsteps had disappeared and moved closer to the empty stand.A plaque on the side read:Auction 23.AugustThe proceeds of this 3 carat red emerald (red beryl) will be donated to the children’s cancer society.The auction will be held at our annual National History benefit.I shook my head.There were three things wrong with this.One: stealing.Although, I guess that did depend on the circumstances, but in most cases it was clearly on the black side of black and white.Two: stealing from children.Now there would have to be an excellent justification for that, if one could be found at all.And three: stealing from dying children.As far as I was concerned that was rock bottom.No way out of that one.No possible excuse good enough to even consider there being grey zones.So the question was: what sod would steal this?“Not too close, Drake,” Jack said, crouching over a large thick-leathered case.He unclipped the front and flipped the top open.A line of test tubes, filters, gauze mats and a foldable tripod were attached to the lid.On the bottom were other gadgets, bottles of liquids and small containers of metals, all appropriately labeled with letters and numbers.I glimpsed at the book Jack pulled out: An Encyclopedia of Magical Effects on the Earthly Periodic Table of Elements, by R.T Ronald.I moved back to Terry.“You want to read or take notes?”“Read.”“Faye? Read or notes?”“Read.” Why had I bothered to ask? Either I delegated or I wrote myself.I looked at my sore hand, flexing the muscles back and forth.“Fine.”I grabbed two books from my bag and handed An Index of Magics and Oxions to Terry.“You’ll have to listen to Jack to narrow down the magic.” I held out the second book, Uses of Mystical Minerals, to Faye.“Wait a sec,” I said, pulling the book back and leafing through to the index.“Huh.The technical name is red beryl or bixbite, but it’s also known by the mystical name ‘Red Eye’.”Faye snatched the book out of my hands, her face lighting up like I’d just told them there was a spell in there to fly.When she glanced at me, presumably to say ‘thanks, got it now, you can go’, but then she frowned.“What?”“What?” I asked, shaking my head.“Seriously?”“It’s just.Red Eye? Maybe it sees things, like, the future.How epic.”Terry jerked his head up at that, but his gaze was cool, and he was looking at Faye.almost like he was worried about something.I shrugged, and as she got herself comfortable leaning against a wall, I took out my notepad.Again.Poised with the pen, I waited.Faye, Terry—they all knew the drill.Shout out when anything important crops up.After a few minutes kneeling stupidly with nothing to write, I put the pen on the paper and turned to Jack.He’d unrolled some paper and was evenly pouring iron filings over it.I crossed my fingers whatever magic was used didn’t have a hint of magnetic energy.I couldn’t handle the slow elimination process needed if it did.Way too many worlds with magnetically-based magic.Jack placed a compass on the other side of the stand.I moved my gaze out the window, in the direction the compass pin was pointing.I thanked my lucky stars.“Pretty sure that’s north.”Jack grinned.“We’re getting off to a good start.”I crouched to touch the wooden skirting board lining the room.“Let’s hope it stays that way.”“Hear, hear,” Terry chimed in.Faye looked up from her book, jerking a finger to my notepad and pen.“It can’t read the future, but it can do a fair bit of stuff.”She cleared her throat and read aloud [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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