"Other than eating, what's our job here?" Travis asked.

"Our job is to look for a spell in my grimoire to see if any magic was done in Mr. Seymour's office before his murder." I waved at Travis to follow me to the end of the hall where the office was located.

"That sounds like a you job. What's my job?" He dropped another sushi roll into his mouth.

"I suppose eating...." The hair on the back of my neck prickled. An uneasy feeling tiptoed down my spine. I turned around ...