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him back then? Was he like us—did he have a talent that set him apart? Don’t most people who’ve been reincarnated have a special gift of some sort?”
    â€œLet me think for a second.” Iain closed his eyes. “I remember Piero telling me that Naddo was well-spoken. He worked for one of the men who ran Florence. But that’s not going to help us identify Naddo in this life. I wish I’d had a chance to meet the guy before I died.”
    An idea was starting to form in Haven’s mind. “Do you think I might have known Naddo back then?”
    â€œIt’s possible, I guess. Piero and Beatrice were really close. He would have wanted his sister to meet his boyfriend.”
    â€œThen maybe I know something.” Haven peered up at Iain. “Do you think I might know something about Naddo that could help us find him?”
    Iain sat down on a chair by the window and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s a long shot, Haven.”
    â€œAre you sure?” It was Haven’s best hope and she clung to it. “I already had one vision of that life today. Maybe if I go back to that palazzo we saw I can summon another one!”
    â€œHold on, Haven. Let’s think this through for a second. Suppose you find out that Naddo did have an unusual talent. Maybe he was the greatest lute player in Italy. Or a gifted equestrian. What would you tell the police? If you start talking about reincarnation, they’ll think you’re nuts. We need to find someone who would take us seriously. That’s why—”
    â€œIain, I’ve got it!” Haven cried, unable to contain the bombshell that had just gone off in her brain. “If Naddo lives in New York now, and he knows he’s been reincarnated, I bet he’s been in touch with the Ouroboros Society. Even if he’s not an actual member, they’ll probably have a file on him—and I bet they’d know how to reach him too!”
    She had expected Iain to applaud her discovery. Instead he was staring at her in disbelief.
    â€œDo you realize what you just said?” he asked. “We can’t contact the Ouroboros Society, Haven.”
    â€œThere’s got to be a way,” Haven insisted. “It’s Beau , Iain. I owe him.”

CHAPTER NINE
    One Friday morning in the seventh grade, Haven had found a frilly pink card tucked inside her homeroom desk. It was an invitation to a Saturday slumber party, and the party’s hostess was Morgan Murphy, the most popular girl in school. She and Haven had been best friends until Haven’s visions had frightened away everyone but Beau. Now Haven saw her chance to reclaim her rightful place at Morgan’s side.
    She ate next to Morgan in the school cafeteria that day, gossiping with girls who hadn’t spoken to her in three years, while Beau had his lunch alone outside. After school, Haven had run home to brag to her grandmother, who saw the invitation as a sign that the family’s troubles were finally coming to an end.
    The next evening, Mae Moore dropped Haven off at the Murphy house. The girl lugged her sleeping bag to the front door and rang the bell. It took several minutes for Haven to realize that there was nobody home. The Murphys were gone. There wouldn’t be any party.
    Haven should have called her mother to come pick her up, but she didn’t. The light was fading, and she started looking for a place to roll out her sleeping bag. The thought of spending the night alone in the Murphys’ yard terrified her. But she couldn’t face owning up to the shame. The last thing she wanted to do was tell her grandmother she’d been the butt of a horrible joke.
    That’s when Beau showed up. He didn’t say much; he just took Haven’s sleeping bag in one hand and threw his other arm around her.
    â€œNext time you need me, just text pan-pan ,” he told her. “P-A-N P-A-N. You don’t need to say anything