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through. No one has seen them since.”
    “Until they were found?” he asked. His dark eyes were completely unreadable as they locked with mine.
    I shook my head. “No one has been found.”
    He sniffed the air. “Brownies smell done.” I headed to the oven. “If they weren’t found, how do you know about the door?”
    “That’s not important.” I put on oven mitts and pulled out the tray of brownie crusts. “Just trust me that I know what happened.”
    “Fine. Then why do you think they were targeted for their life force and not for any of the thousands of other reasons people are kidnapped?”
    This would be the tricky part to explain. I sprinkled the chunks of peanut butter cups over the brownies. “Because it’s about to happen again. Only this time the kidnapper will look significantly younger.”
    Phoenix plucked at his eyebrow ring. “You can see the future now? When did that miraculous development take place?”
    I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or if he meant the question. “Not exactly, but again, that’s not the important part. The part where an innocent woman is taken from a parking garage is. How do I find whoever is doing this?”
    He stood up and took the mixing bowl from me. “Maggie, look at me.”
    And this was the part where he’d question me about how I knew all of this, but I didn’t have a story. I pressed my lips together and attempted to keep my face neutral. I wasn’t going to tell him anything about Boone.
    He placed his hands on my shoulders. “Whether or not people are actually being taken has no bearing on you. Focus on the bakery and learning your capabilities. The rest will work itself out.”
    That had been my exact plan when I started this venture. I didn’t want to get involved, but then Boone came into my life. We had helped a lot of people. Yes, it was inconvenient and didn’t fall into my plan . . . but we made a difference and that was intoxicating. Sticking my head in the sand, while easy, didn’t feel right. Helping Boone stop these crimes had given me purpose, something to fill the gaping hole in my life. I couldn’t just pretend like there was nothing I could do. “Thanks for the advice, but how would you find this woman before she takes someone else?”
    He shook his head. “Start with the kids. She had to use some sort of magic and all magic leaves a signature behind. Find a witch to help you. She or he might even be able to tell you what sort of being you’re looking for and if it’s of this world.” He pulled his phone from his pocket.
    I snort-laughed—not my finest moment. “I don’t believe in aliens.”
    Not looking up from his phone screen, Phoenix smiled. “Not aliens, parallel worlds. Some are similar to ours and some are vastly different. But I still have to say . . . I think you should run, not walk, away from all this.” His eyes finally met mine. “I have to go.” He took a couple steps back.
    “Hey. Thanks for listening.”
    He went up in a puff of smoke.
    So I needed a witch. I assumed it wouldn’t be as easy as checking the yellow pages, but there had to be a way to find someone. Witches were human so I had that going for me, but I needed one with stronger magic who already knew about the Abyss. I topped the brownies with cheesecake batter, covered their tray with aluminum foil, and popped them in the oven. Then I got on my phone and searched for local Wiccan groups. I found four fairly large ones, all with meetings coming up in the next week. Apparently it was easier than I thought to find a witch. The Chicago Cauldrons had a meeting tonight. I clicked to join the group, RSVP’d to the meeting, then had another thought. Stephanie’s shirt said Wiccan and Proud. Was it true or was it just a T-shirt? I shook my head. I couldn’t take the risk of exposing what I was to a neighbor. I’d just go to the meeting.
    Time ticked away and before I knew it, all the baking was mostly complete. I placed the dough for extra