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station.
    â€œWe’re done here,” Mom said, turning on her heels.
    â€œBut what about the mass of energy – it’s not doing anything. Shouldn’t it have dissipated by now?”
    â€œYes, it should have, and that’s what has me worried.”
    I blinked. “How come?”
    Her eyes narrowed sharply and she said, “Because whoever is behind this wanted you to come back here. They wanted you to see it. They’re showing off.”
    I gazed up at the cloud of energy as it shifted in mid-air. “Maybe… but whoever is behind this is discounting one simple fact.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” Mom asked.
    I grunted. “They’ve not taken into account there’s now two generations of white witches coming after them.”

 
    CHAPTER 9
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    â€œRetrace your steps from the moment you and Marcus arrived here this morning,” said Mom as she stepped out of the car and headed towards the McDonalds. Six hours had passed since the blinding snowstorm of doom and the accompanying traffic chaos on McLeod Trail.
    I climbed out after her and gazed down at the busy roadway. It was as if the tragedy that took place only a few hours earlier hadn’t happened. The tent I’d been sitting in along with Marcus as the police took our statements was gone. The road itself was scraped clean of snow, right down to the pavement, and the car that had nearly ploughed into my boyfriend had been towed away. The only reminders of what happened here was the visible damage to the poplar tree the car had smashed into, along with a small collection of flowers lying on the snow atop the median strip that marked the spot where Travis had died.
    And just as at the Southland C-Train station, I could see a swirling mass of energy high above the restaurant.
    I stood next to my mother, my hands outstretched in hope of latching onto the will that had shaped the magical energy, but there was none to be found. Only the occasional spectral flickering of gray-green light that danced about within the cloud.
    â€œSame thing as before,” I said firmly. “Just like at the train station.”
    Mom nodded. “Alright. Let’s head into the restaurant. I want to see everything.”
    I gave a small shrug and trudged across the snow-packed parking lot with my mother in tow. We stepped inside the McDonald’s and together we pushed our way through the large crowd at the counter. Surprisingly, the table where Marcus and I had been eating earlier was vacant, so I took my mother by the hand and led her over. We took our seats and Mom breathed out hard. She was clearly frustrated and I couldn’t blame her one bit. At least she wasn’t pissed off with me, though, that had to count for something.
    â€œWhat time were you both sitting here?” she asked as her eyes panned over the nearly-packed-to-capacity dining area.
    â€œLike, around nine or so,” I replied. “And seriously, Mom, I didn’t detect even the tiniest ripple of magic when we got here. That’s what has me worried.”
    She turned her attention to me and said, “Damned right you should be worried because this is going to happen again. I don’t detect any residual energy, so you need to close your eyes and tell me what you saw in the moments before Travis walked out from behind the counter.”
    We witches can share a psychic link and when two witches join hands and channel their collective spiritual energy, well, it’s a lot like having a front row seat to someone’s memories. It’s a hell of a lot easier than trying to describe what you saw hours or days or weeks ago, and all it takes to share your memories is a moment of intense concentration.
    Oh, and a whole lot of trust, because tapping into someone’s memories is a deeply intimate act.
    I took Mom’s other hand in mine and closed my eyes. Her magic flowed through me as I pushed aside a day’s worth of intense