Unlike other spiritualists, Maryse and Vasyl traveled light, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t take the opportunity to close off the library and prepare. There had been far too many skeptics and newspapermen recently, all eager to catch out frauds and grifters. “Fucking Houdini,” Maryse grumbled, up on a chair to check the top of the library shelves for any charmed mirrors or listening imps.
