Chapter 7
I was back in 1928, and still there was no sign of the coven of witches. No one was watching the charm school. No one was trying to access the portal.
I looked down at the rabbit in my hand but decided I wanted to be somewhere it was safe to collapse before I tried looking at its threads. I felt fine, but I had felt fine twice before.
It was just past noon, and Edward was out at work when I let myself into his place. I took off the cloak and hung it on the hook by the door then crossed the room to the table that was still strewn with maps. Some of them were drawn by hand, some torn out of map books or purchased downtown. I found the most up to date one that Otto had marked with the locations of sewer lines and bootlegging tunnels. The location of the witches' tower was traced
