Traffic on Bryan Boulevard was heavier than usual, but Sandra weaved in and out with expert skill like she had been born for Nascar. Max sat in the passenger seat feeling worse than he had on the previous drive. His bruised cheeks promised to swell up as his eye blackened.“Slow down,” Max said.Sandra pressed harder on the gas. “Rolson’s not out of this yet. He’ll try to come for us, so we’ve got to get to that school first.”“She’s right,” Drummond said from the back seat. “I take it the witch told you where in this school we’re supposed to be finding the gold.”“She told me a lot more than that.” Sandra pointed to the folder of Sebastian Freeman’s photographs sitting in the door pocket next to Max. “Look through those. We’ve got to find where on the school property this thing is buried.”“Wait, you said — so she didn’t tell you where?”“There was only so much time with Rolson chasing you and all that.”Max said, “What exactly did she tell you?”“She told me this Magi group exists not to fight the Hulls specifically but to fight any who try to abuse magic.
