After a moment she looked up. “I think there are other holograms on this camera, but I can’t seem to . . . wait.”

Another holographic image sprang to life in the middle of the bedroom. Harlan recognized the scene immediately. He knew Olivia did, too. Stunned, they both stared at the picture of the neatly lined-up vintage trailers.

“It’s the trailer park in the painting you showed me on your phone,” Olivia whispered. “I can see a portion of the old monastery or convent. But there’s no oracle in a hooded robe. No warning about monsters.”

“This is the hologram Grace Goodwin used to paint the picture I found,” Harlan said. “She created it from this photograph. I think she took the picture herself, using that camera, and did the oil painting later.”

“This camera really did belong to my grandmother.”

“Any other photos on it?”

Olivia heightened her energy again and pressed the second button. The first image disappeared. Another hologram took its place, an image of an island that appeared to have been taken from a small boat. The rugged landscape, rocky outcroppings and forested hillsides were familiar. The entrance of a partially flooded shoreline cavern was visible just in front of the vessel. It was obvious the craft was headed into the cave.

“Looks like an island in the San Juans here in the Pacific Northwest,” Harlan said. “Same vegetation and rock formations.” He walked to the far side of the hologram and smiled when he saw the iconic black-and-white markings of the large marine mammal caught in a graceful dive. “An orca. That almost guarantees this island is in the San Juans. What do you want to bet there’s a dock inside that cavern?”

Olivia did not respond. He sensed energy shifting in the room again and turned to look at her.

She was gazing at the hologram, eyes heating. Her lips parted and she spoke in the same eerie dreamstate voice she had used when she identified her mother’s killer.

“The invisible island with no name conceals the invisible town with no name. To stop the monsters you must quench the lightning in the mirrors.”

The voice abruptly stopped. Olivia snapped out of the trance. She was visibly shaking. Her eyes were feverish.

He took her arms and eased her gently down onto the side of the bed.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

Olivia took another breath and looked at the image of the island.

“I think so,” she said. “What just happened?”

“You went into a trance. You spoke. Do you remember what you said?”

She took one more deep breath and pulled herself together. “I wasn’t in a trance. I was concentrating. Focusing. Of course I remember what I said. The invisible island with no name conceals the invisible town with no name. To stop the monsters you must quench the lightning in the mirrors.”

“Yes,” Harlan said. “Was it your mother’s voice?”