“Hi, Colin,” Kara greets, setting down her pumpkin spice latte. I can smell the cinnamon from here. She gestures at the purple La-Z-Boy in the corner. “Have a seat. I agree—you definitely should have come to me from the beginning.”

Colin glances at me, and I wince. “Kara can read minds. But only what’s on the surface!” I add as he blanches.

“Like what you’re thinking right now,” Kara says, tossing her strawberry-blond hair over her shoulder. There are tiny glass ghost charms braided into it today. “About your parents. I’ve already pulled up JoDoCo’s old website.”

A couple clicks, and the huge monitor on the wall fills with the donut company’s website, already open to the staff page.

I plop down on the lower bunk of their stacked beds. Rose offers me a strand of wire and a handful of glass, and I start threading the two together, the glass buzzing lightly against my fingers—Rose’s girlfriend, Dilara, must have spelled it for something. These will probably go in the garden, where they’ll repel kesilim or attract wisps.

“Anyone look familiar?” Kara scrolls through the web page and Colin moves closer, peering up at the screen.

“There, stop!” He points at a picture of a man named Kaden Richards. Kara zooms in on Kaden’s photo, revealing a white man in his late thirties with half-lidded green eyes who looks like he’s mid-yawn. He seems harmless.

“Is there anything there that might explain why he helped someone kill my parents?” Colin asks it steadily, but his hands are clenched into fists.

“Maybe.” Kara’s fingers tap across the keyboard with the speed of a hummingbird’s wings.

Unlike Kara, I can barely operate a toaster, so her skill with computers never ceases to amaze me. Of course, her powers help. Computers and the internet are basically a collective mind, which makes getting around inside them a lot easier for a mind reader.

I feel a pang of jealousy at how good she is with her powers—Rose too. They always turn up something useful, and they make it look so easy. All I’ve done for Colin is accidentally remind him of his dead parents a few times and fail at using the internet.

I feel a reassuring pat on my leg from Rose and give her a weak smile.

Security camera footage pops up on the screen, showing Kaden’s profile. But that’s not what surprises me—it’s where he is.

“He’s downtown!” I toss the wire aside.

“What?” Colin says at the same time Kara says, “That’s not all.”

Kara pauses the video of Kaden, rewinds, and then zooms in on Kaden’s face as he turns briefly to look in the direction of the camera.

His eyes are pure silver, the pupil gone.

I gasp. “I knew it! He’s magical.”

“What?” Colin repeats.