The young man had a nice grip, which wasn’t surprising if he was the FIB’s shrink. What did surprise me was the slight lifting of ever-after that had tried to pull through me when we touched. He was human—I didn’t sense any redwood coming off him at all, and he worked for the FIB—but he could do ley line magic. And his amulet was metallic—clearly a ley line charm.

He was taller than me, and his brown shoes made an odd statement against his gray slacks and gray-pinstriped white shirt. His black hair was cut to an easy style. His frame was spare, and he was wearing wire-rimmed glasses before his brown eyes.

Glasses? I mused, No one wears glasses unless…

My suspicion was borne out when Dr. Miller tucked them away with a grimace. Crap, they were for seeing auras without tapping into one’s second sight, which humans generally couldn’t do unaided without a lot of practice. Great. Nothing like a good first impression.

The amulet he wore shifted to a reddish gray, and the FIB’s psychiatrist gave me an apologetic smile as he scooted his chair in. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Morgan,” he said from between Edden and me. “Call me Ford.”

Jenks’s wings clattered, and he flew to land on the table, standing with his hands on his hips so the hilt of his garden sword showed. “That thing reads emotions, doesn’t it?” he said belligerently. “Is that how you do your job? You use that to know if people are telling the truth or not? Rachel isn’t lying. If she says she doesn’t remember, she doesn’t remember. She’d want to find Kisten if she could.”

Ford glanced down at it again, taking it off from around his neck and setting it on the table. “The amulet isn’t reacting to her, it’s reacting to me. Sort of. And I’m not here to find out if Ms. Morgan is lying. I’m here to help reconstruct what I can of her artificially muted memory with the intent to find Mr. Felps.”

I felt a stab of guilt, and his ley line amulet flashed a brief gray-blue once more.

“If she allows it,” he added, fingering the metallic disk. “The longer we wait, the less she will remember. We are under a time constraint, especially if Mr. Felps is in trouble.”

Ivy’s eyes were closed as she struggled to hide her emotions. “Rachel, he’s dead,” she whispered. “For the FIB to play on your hope to make their job of finding him easier is wrong.”

“You don’t know he’s dead,” Edden protested, and a chill took me when she opened her eyes. They were black with pain.

“I’m not going to listen to this,” she said.