“That’s why you needed the blood.” The day he’d given it to me, he’d pricked my finger and had me drip a few drops into the bag.
“Yes,” he agreed. “No one else can find it. It was used originally to carry weapons from Heaven, so the angels wanted them protected from all other creatures. It’s far bigger on the inside than the outside. You’ll see. Let’s get the book, shove it in the bag, and then let the fallout happen. You have to be patient with a theft like this.”
He was right about the fact that I wouldn’t want to be patient. I wanted to get the book and immediately open it and read that sucker. Or rather have Sarah read it since I wasn’t sure what I was looking for.
My father shook his head like he knew exactly what I was thinking. “You need to give it a bit of time. He’ll know it’s gone. He’ll know who to blame. You have to look innocent as pie for a few days. Maybe even weeks. If this was any other job, I would make a copy and try to buy us some time.”
“He would still know.” What my father was talking about was making a copy of the book that looked pretty much like the one we wanted to steal and hope Myrddin didn’t need to read it for a few days. We were dealing with the wizard of wizards. The only reason we might pull it off was he was in the dark temple, and I’d found out that sucker was warded against a whole lot of things. Apparently the dark ones need their space to be free of all distractions. I wasn’t completely certain, but I didn’t think Myrddin’s warning wards would be able to get through while he was essentially on the Hell plane.
He was arrogant, and that played in my favor. He wouldn’t know his grimoire was gone until he stepped out of the temple, and he wouldn’t know when it had been stolen. I would be joining Daniel as soon as I could.
“What’s a bag of holding?” Lee’s head suddenly popped into existence. He was a floating head and a really good pair of ears.
“It’s something I might put you in if you eavesdrop on me again.” He was incorrigible. How much had he heard? I thought it wasn’t much since if he’d heard what we’d said about Summer, he would have asked me immediately. Lee didn’t tend to sit on things.
His hand came up and he pulled the hood back over. “Sorry, Mama.”
My father laughed. “Well, you didn’t want him to be vulnerable. You kind of taught the lad how to work around us all.”
“Oh, you had a hand in that, too.” I stood up because time was wasting. “Come on, baby boy. I need to get going.”
His head appeared again. “You know how to use it?”
Of course I did. It wasn’t rocket science. “You throw it over your shoulders and no one can see you. I then break into Myrddin’s apartment, find the book, and leave again.”
It was disconcerting to have my son float around the room as a bodyless head, but he seemed to be enjoying it.
“And hopefully no one sees a pair of hands working that lock,” Lee said. “I mean that would be weird. Someone might call security. Unless you had a partner who could press the cloak to the door and make sure no one sees you picking the lock. Same thing with stealing the book. It would probably be way easier if you had two sets of hands. Otherwise, if he’s got cameras in there, he might pick up a feminine hand taking something.”
Oh, he was good. Unfortunately, he was also right.
“That’s a good point, my boy,” Dad said with an approving nod. “It would be infinitely better if there’s absolutely no proof the book was taken by a physical presence. If he’s got cameras in there, and we know Devinshea would have offered them to him, the book will simply pop out of existence if you can get the cloak around it. If you have to reach for it, he’ll see a hand.”
“It’s probably in a bookshelf,” Lee mused. “All you have to do is have someone press the sides against it and no one can see.”
“I am not taking my eleven-year-old on a heist.” I had to have some standards as a parent.