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carved a creamy wedge of egg out of her ramekin, dropped it on a corner of toast, and bit. The crispy, creamy, salty, and rich combined into a perfectly extraordinary bite, and Jane sat up a little straighter in her chair. ‘Okay. So Misty’s coming?’
    ‘Um.’ Dee plunked down in the other chair, then reached out automatically to stir something on the stove. Steam rose from the pot, and Jane’s stomach growled. She stuffed some more egg into her mouth to keep it calm, and waited. ‘Remember how, last night, you said you were worried about Malcolm and wanted to know if he was okay?’
    Jane tried to wash her bite of egg down with some espresso, but the combination was even tastier than its individual parts, and she decided to savour the food and nod instead of speaking.
    ‘Well, I kind of remembered this thing in Browning’s – like a spell – except I couldn’t find the exact one I wanted. But then there was something similar in this manuscript from – oh, well I don’t have the manuscript, anyway, but they refer to it in
The History of Ritual,
which refers
back
to Browning’s, which makes no sense. So I called Misty, and she actually has the manuscript, or at least a copy in some
other
book, which Rosalie Goddard – you remember her? – referred to as source material for—’
    Jane waved her toast in an impatient ‘get on with it’ motion before taking another chunk out of it with her teeth.
    ‘We think you can find Malcolm. Or see him, or see
with
him, or something we don’t really get, but it should put your mind at ease either way, don’t you think?’
    Jane considered rushing to swallow again, but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. Instead, she leaned across the table, holding her toast safely out to one side, and hugged Dee loosely around the shoulders. She sat back and decided to give her resourceful friend a thumbs-up for good measure.
    ‘Cool. All you need is something of Malcolm’s, to focus the magic on, and Misty’s bringing the rest.’
    Jane wiggled her left hand pointedly. She still hadn’t put her wedding ring back on, but in the safety of the apartment, she had given in to the temptation to put the five-carat, emerald-cut diamond back on her ring finger. It was a lot of ring, after all, and she had had a relatively short amount of time to enjoy it during her whirlwind engagement.
    But Dee shook her head. ‘That’s not Malcolm’s; it’s yours. This is the tricky part: it has to be something that really belongs to the person you’re looking for, present tense. Something meaningful to them, that they would consider their property.’ Jane’s face fell, but Dee waved her concern away. ‘I know it’s a pain, but it’s a good thing if you think about it. Otherwise witches would be able to find you from, like, a napkin you used and left on the table. Or a closetful of designer clothes that you abandoned in someone else’s Park Avenue townhouse in a bit of a hurry,’ she reminded Jane, and Jane had to admit that she made a good point. She wanted to find Malcolm, but she’d rather stay in the dark about his whereabouts than know that Lynne had a whole suite’s-worth of ways to find her.
    Jane swivelled in her chair and gazed doubtfully towards the hallway that led to her bedroom. She had brought so little with her from the mansion, and then even less from the Rivington. As she turned back to point that out to Dee, a flash of blue on the driftwood coffee table in the living room caught her eye. She swallowed her last bite hurriedly, hoping that at least one of the two extra ramekins on the edge of the sink might contain more of the heavenly eggs, but so excited that she was willing to wait another minute or two to find out. ‘Unicorn,’ she blurted out as soon as her mouth was mostly empty. ‘The glass unicorn thingy I showed you last night. The “personal item”! It obviously wasn’t for me, which means Malcolm never gave it away, and he hid it in the safe, so it