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I did, then said, "Am I on the right track?"
"Yes, the Fates confirm that we have trapped child ghosts. They confirm that the bastards responsible for it have, as Aratron said, done what should be impossible--performed magic without hereditary spellcasting genes. And that's what has them freaked. Who found a loophole? How big is it? What else can they do? How many of them are there?"
"In other words, they're no further along than I am."
She gave me a look as if to say: what did you expect? "Finding them and finding out exactly what's going on is our job now."
"That's what I've been doing."
"I know. But, well, you're moving a little slowly." She raised her hands against my protest. "You're going about it the right way--the safe way. But unless you want to spend months reading reference books and canvassing contacts, I'd suggest it's time to jump-start this baby."
"Jump-start it how?"
"Those kids are here, right? In this garden. And they don't follow you any farther than the house. Why?"
"Well, I guess being fragmented or whatever means they're weakened, restricted in their movements--"
Eve's head shot around, her gaze following something. Then her face lit up, not with her usual cat-with-the-canary grin, but with a gentle smile.
"Hey, there," she said as she leaned down to a child's level. "Coming out of hiding?"
"You can see them?"
She shook her head. "Just glimpses." She looked away sharply from the ghosts, before her gaze chilled. "Dark magic or not, you don't do shit like this. It's just understood. No ritual requires children, so no one uses them."
"Maybe they don't know that," I said slowly, the thought still forming as I spoke it.
"Hmmm?"
"They're humans doing magic, right? They don't know they don't need children. Maybe they assume they do. Maybe whatever faith or magic system they're building on uses children. That's what we always hear about in tabloids and movies. Child sacrifice."
"Could be..." she mused, gazing out as if still looking for the spirits. "Use it and it works, so you keep using it." She swung her gaze back to me and stood. "Forget why. We'll get to that later, after we stop them."
"But it's another avenue to look into. For finding them. If we know what faith and magical systems use child--"
She waved me off. "More research. You've got to cut through that, Jaime. Take action. We start by going back to why those spirits are stuck here. Presumably the ghosts are weakened and can't travel far. Far from what?"
"Their bodies, of course--" I stopped and looked out over the gardens. The endless raised beds. A breeze rippled past and I shivered. "They were buried here."
"I'd say that's a fair guess." She walked along the path, her hand passing through the roses as she peered around. "Perfect place. You wouldn't even have to dig down into the earth. Just get through lightly packed soil."
My gaze went to the house. "So you think the people who live here--?"
"Don't count on it. I've buried a few corpses in my time and I wouldn't put one in my own garden. But if I had a neighbor down the road with a yard full of raised beds? Or if I was an employee there? Or on a crew doing their gardening or pool cleaning? Plenty of people could see and get access to these gardens. You can go that route, checking possibilities, but it's just more research. You need to--"
"Take action. I heard. But how--"
"Say one of these poor kids' corpses...appears."
"We find a body, you mean? Dig one up and get clues that way?" I shook my head. "There's a house full of people a hundred feet away. People with cameras."
She smiled. "Which makes it perfect."
"Perfect? How would we ever hide--?"
"You don't. That's the point. You're thinking like a supernatural, Jaime. Hide the evidence. Cover the crime."
She crouched and reached out, as if coaxing one of the children, a smile playing on her lips. Only after a moment of this did she look back up at me.
