Rakesh sat in the passenger’s seat of a large white van that led a convoy of others. Soren was in the driver’s seat and Molly sat in the seat behind him. Rakesh glanced at her every now and then, watching the witch fiddle with a necklace she wore and hum quietly to herself.

“When Josie said she was calling people in, I didn’t know she meant so many.” Rakesh mused thoughtfully.

“Oh, honey, this is just a drop in the ocean.” Molly chuckled. “Honestly, we didn’t ...