one of the photos. He hit a few more buttons and put the phone to his ear.
"Charles," said Bran.
"Ears might hear," warned Charles, telling his father that there was someone else in the room who could overhear their phone call. "I sent you a photo. Looks like witchcraft to me. What do you think?"
"I'll call you back," Bran said and hung up.
Goldstein rubbed his face tiredly. "We're supposed to be holding these back from the public," he said. "Can I ask that the photo won't hit the Internet or the news services?"
"You're safe," Anna reassured him. "We're calling in an expert opinion."
The phone rang before anyone could say anything. Charles put it on speaker as he answered it.
"Everyone can hear you now," he said.
There was a little pause before Bran spoke. "You need to get a witch to look at that. It appears to be something from the Irish clans to me, but it doesn't look quite right. Some of those symbols are nonsense and a few others are drawn wrong. It would be best if the witch could see the real thing, not just the photos. There's more to a spell than only the visual can tell you."
"Thanks," Charles said, hanging up without ceremony. "So, anyone know a local witch we can talk to?"
"I know a witch," said Leslie. "But she's in Florida."
Charles shook his head. "If we're going to bring someone up, I know a reliable one or two. Do you know any in Boston?" He looked at Beauclaire, who shook his head.
"I know of none who would help."
"If we find someone," Anna said, "could we get her in to see one of the bodies?"
"We can arrange it," said Leslie.
"All right, then, let's call the local Alpha and see if he has a witch who will cooperate with us."
Charles dialed and then gave Anna his phone. "He likes you better. You ask him."
"He's scared of me," Anna said, feeling a little smug.
"This is Owens."
"Isaac, this is Anna," she said. "We need a witch."
THE FBI AGENTS left to arrange a viewing for the witch, who wouldn't be available until ten in the morning. Beauclaire told them he was going to see if he could find anyone who might know if the horned lord who died in 1981 had left any half-blood children behind.
Anna waited until Charles had closed the door. "What do you see in the mirror?" she asked him.
He closed his eyes and did not turn to look at her.
"Charles?"
"There are things," he said slowly, "that are made better by talking them out. There are things that are given more power when you speak of them. These are of the second variety."
She thought about that for a moment and then went to him. The muscles of his back were tight when she touched them with her fingertips.
"It doesn't appear," she said slowly, "that being silent about whatever it is has helped, either." What kinds of things did he not like to talk about? Evil, she remembered. "Is it like a Harry Potter thing?"
He turned his head then. "A what?"
"A Harry Potter thing," she said again. "You know, don't say Voldemort's name because you might attract his attention?"
He considered it. "You mean the children's book."
"I have got to get you to watch more movies," she said. "You'd enjoy these. Yes, I mean the children's book."
He shook his head. "Not quite. Noticing some things make them more real. They are already real to me. If you notice them, they might become real to you as well, and that would not be good."
Suddenly she knew. Charles had told her once that he didn't speak his mother's name for fear that it would tie her to this world and not let her go on to the next. Ghosts, he'd told her, need to be mourned and then released. If you keep them with you, they become unhappy and tainted.
"Ghosts," she said, and he drew in a sharp breath and stepped away from her, closer to the window.
"Don't," he said sharply. She'd have snapped back at him if she hadn't remembered that when he'd closed down their bond he'd been worried about her.
"All right," she said slowly. "You feel better than before we came here, though. Right?" If he was getting better, he was dealing with it.
He had to think about that one before he answered her. "Yes. Not good, but better."
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and breathed him in. "I'll leave it alone if you promise me one