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important to us all. He’s the highest initiate on earth, second only to the Christ. He is a great helper to mankind.”
    Phoebe swallowed, wiped her eyes, and tried to calm down.
    “It would be tremendously helpful if you could locate any of his possessions that may still be remaining in a building that is about to be remodeled. Would you like to do that?”
    “Oh sure!” Phoebe said. If the rest of this guy’s stuff carried a vibe as strong as this, she knew she might actually be able to find some things. The possibility of being able to help the monastery with an important task was thrilling.
    “We have reason to suspect that some irreplaceable esoteric writings exists from this man, our teacher, but they haven’t been seen in over 200 years. Either they were stolen, or they were well hidden and haven’t been found yet. We hope it’s the latter. We know most of the places he inhabited around the time the items went missing, so if you will examine these locations for us, you might be able to find anything he was forced to leave behind.
    “Here is what they might look like.” He flipped through the book and showed Phoebe photos of two wacky looking triangular objects. They looked like books that had been chopped in half diagonally. The caption said they were by Comte de Saint-Germain and were in the Manly Palmer Hall Collection at the Getty Research Library among the alchemical texts.
    The Boss handed Caterina the porcelain inkwell to use in Phoebe’s training and sent them away to work on her tracking skills

Chapter 5.
    Her first test was a game called which hand is it in ? Caterina held the inkwell behind her back and asked Phoebe if she could tell which hand it was in. She could—one hundred percent of the time.
    Then they played the lights out game. Caterina hid the inkwell in a room, then turned the lights off and invited Phoebe in to see if she could find it. When Phoebe proved equally adept at this, they expanded the test to include the entire house.
    Phoebe wouldn’t have been surprised to be given a doggie treat each time she proved she knew where the inkwell was.
    “You are a natural at this,” Caterina said. “A valuable asset. You are a bit of a diamond in the rough, but we can put a bit of polish on you.”
    Next t hey moved outside. Caterina used the inkwell the way hunters used a scent lure to train their dogs. She didn’t drag it through the woods though, since it was fragile, instead she carried it inside a protective case.
    Phoebe learned to follow the trail, closely at first, then at greater and greater distances. Gradually they attenuated the signal with regard to time as well. Could she follow the trail a week later? Yes she could.
    “ Should I bark to indicate where I am and how strong the scent is?” she asked. Caterina smiled and hugged her. “You are amazingly good at this. The best I have ever seen.”
    “Am I ready?” Phoebe asked.
    “That is not for me to say. Le Seigneur will have to determine that. I do not have his level of discernment about the abilities of others.”
    * * *
    “I have prepared her as well as I can,” Caterina told the Boss. Phoebe visibly flinched when she heard her say it like that.
    Her employer smiled his sweet smile, looked over at Phoebe, and said, “Excellent.” He called for Arabella, then four of them were together in the sparsely furnished room, looking at each other, smiling. At least Phoebe was trying to smile. It was a strain, though, because she was nervous.
    The Boss was the kind of person you wanted to please. Phoebe had felt that way from their first meeting and the six months she’d spent with him since then had only reinforced her loyalty.
    “ There is some urgency,” the Boss said, “so we have you leaving tomorrow morning. I hope that will be convenient.”
    “That’s fine,” Phoebe said.
    “I ha ve found the perfect partner for you in this endeavor. You will go pick him up at his home and then go to your jobsite