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with his.
    I turned to the two women. “Your mother was attacked by jenglots.”
    Komang blinked at me. “A jenglot? How bizarre. She was always afraid of them. She saw one when she was a child. It wasn’t real, just something a taxidermist made out of some horsehair and a dead monkey, but it terrified her. She had nightmares about it for years.”
    There was no such thing as coincidence when it came to magic. “Usually when a jenglot tribe appears, it begins with a Queen. She enchants a person and begins to feed. When the magic essence of the person is exhausted, he or she becomes a jenglot. The jenglot magic begins to poison the area. One by one the tribe grows. A typical tribe is about five to eight members. More than twenty, and the tribe becomes a swarm. We saw at least fifty jenglots around your mother.”
    â€œFifty?” Komang opened her eyes wide.
    â€œYes,” Jim said.
    â€œA swarm of this size would have to steal a person every week,” I said. “There is no way fifty people vanished in Eyang Ida’s neighborhood and nobody noticed. Not only that, but because jenglot magic is so toxic, it poisons the area around their nest. It is difficult to purge. The purification in Eyang Ida’s house took very little effort.”
    â€œWhat are you trying to say?” Iluh asked.
    â€œSomeone summoned the jenglot swarm. I think someone deliberately targeted your grandmother.”
    The two women looked at each other.
    â€œBut why?” Komang asked.
    â€œEyang Ida has no enemies,” Iluh said.
    â€œNo personal grudges?” I asked. “No irate neighbors? Nobody jealous or mad at her? Any frenemies?”
    Komang glanced at Iluh. “Frenemy?”
    â€œA fake person who pretends to be nice but secretly hates you,” Iluh said. “I don’t think so.”
    Komang shook her head. “No, she would’ve told me.”
    â€œIt doesn’t have to be someone with a grudge.” Jim leaned back in his chair. “Most homicides are committed for three reasons: sex, revenge, or profit.”
    â€œWe can rule out sex,” Komang said. “My mother was happily married for over fifty years. My father died two years ago and she isn’t looking for romance.”
    â€œRevenge is probably not a factor either,” I said. “Your mother was universally loved and respected.”
    â€œThat leaves us with profit,” Jim said.
    â€œShe had a life insurance policy,” Iluh said.
    Komang drew herself back. “Are you suggesting . . .”
    Uh-oh. “It’s not connected to the life insurance,” I said quickly. “You need a body for the life insurance, and if everything had gone as planned, Eyang Ida would’ve become a jenglot. She would be declared missing and the family would have to wait years before she would be officially listed as deceased.”
    â€œWhat other things of value did she have?” Jim asked.
    â€œWell, there is the house,” Komang said. “You’ve seen it. It’s not something I would expect anyone to kill her over. People don’t murder each other for thirty-year-old threebedroom, two baths. Her car is safe and runs well, but it’s not expensive.”
    â€œAny artifacts?” I asked. “Cultural items? Sometimes people don’t realize they own things that hold valuable magic.”
    Komang sighed. “She collects My Little Pony toys.”
    Iluh nodded. “You should’ve gone to the bedroom. She has shelves of those. She thinks they are pretty. She sculpts them out of modeling clay and paints them.”
    That’s something I would’ve never guessed.
    Iluh bit her lip.
    Jim focused on her. “You thought of something.”
    She exhaled. “It’s probably nothing. Eyang Ida owns part of the building where her salon is located. A few months ago a law firm contacted her asking if she would sell it.”
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