Unleashing Echoes by Meghan Ciana Doidge

Author:Meghan Ciana Doidge [Doidge, Meghan Ciana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781927850619
Publisher: Meghan Ciana Doidge
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

I curled up on the couch of the luxury hotel suite that Kett had booked for us — and that I’d already forgotten the name of — while Jasmine’s fingers danced over the keyboard of her laptop at a light-oak desk near the window. Despite the fact that darkness had fallen across the city while Jasmine worked, Kett hadn’t reappeared yet. And Declan and Copper had ‘gone for a walk’ hours before and never returned. So they were either fighting or having sex in some other room.

I had fallen asleep with the contents of Jack’s keepsake box carefully laid out across the coffee table before me. We had hit a dead end. Well, I at least had no idea what the next step in our investigation was. Jasmine still had a few threads she was pulling on, though, including the coincidences of the shared birthdays.

“Dawn Fairchild,” Jasmine murmured, rousing me from my light doze.

“Dawn?” I asked, racking my brain for a possible familial connection. “A cousin?”

“If she is, she’s way down the line. I’d have to piece together a family tree.” Jasmine paused, reading whatever she had just pulled up on her screen. “She’s seven. The only registered witch to share my birthday.”

“October 7,” I murmured. “Parents?”

“Um … Dean and Amy.”

“They didn’t opt in for weird witch names.”

“But they named their daughter Dawn.” Jasmine’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “Okay, the mother, Amy, is registered with the Convocation. But maybe she’s nonpracticing. And Dean doesn’t use the Fairchild surname. I’ve got a fairly recent picture.”

She turned her laptop slightly, angling the screen so I could see the photo of a brown-haired, green-eyed girl with tanned skin and a missing front tooth.

I laughed. “Lucky her. She gets the magic but not the Fairchild bland-blond thing.”

“Hopefully her teeth grow in straight.”

“They have braces for that, you know.”

“They have magic for that, you know.”

“Right. Well, braces are cheaper unless you carry enough Fairchild blood that the family potion master is required to gift you with a teeth-straightening elixir. And Dawn isn’t Fairchild enough for that. Lucky her times two.”

“Jasper got one from Violet for Declan,” Jasmine said.

“Did he? I don’t remember that …”

Jasmine glanced over at me with a smirk. “You liked his crooked teeth.”

I smiled but didn’t respond.

She returned to her keyboard. “Let’s see … no missing person report, and … I … oh …” She exhaled sharply, as though all the air had been forced out of her lungs. “They … they’re dead.”

I straightened up on the couch. “What? All of them? When?”

Jasmine’s fingers danced. The light of her computer screen flickered across her face as she opened and closed multiple windows. “A car accident …”

“When?” I got to my feet. “When?”

Jasmine stilled, then looked over at me. “January 25, 2017.”

“More than a week after Kett took Yale to London.” I slumped back down on the couch, feeling oddly defeated. Though I should have been pleased that I’d been wrong about the possible pattern, at least for witches affiliated with the Convocation.

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