Chapter 14
“This doesn’t make sense,” I said aloud as my GPS drew me through the edge of a rundown city. I was already ten minutes late, and I’d been dreading my father’s Darth Vader ring tone for quite a bit longer than that. Patience wasn’t Dad’s strong suit....
Ah. Shamanic Journeys. There it is. Finally.
The sign in question led to a strip mall where cardboard-cutout Indians curled away from the inside of a grimy window. “Really, this is it?” I murmured, rolling down my window to make sure the glass wasn’t playing tricks on me.
Nope, still there.
I hesitated for a moment then crossed the cracked concrete to enter tchotchke-ville. The door opened onto blaring New Age music. Mass-produced dreamcatchers dangled above a huge half-geode.
No wonder Justine had been able to book this gu
