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"Girl's the most dangerous kind of wizard." Curwen said. "A talented, desperate amateur. Incredibly talented. This is just something she hacked together herself. Literally one mistake away from working." He let out a short, sharp whistle and a little grey dog bounded down into the basement. He nodded to it, and said, "Take him with ya. Find something personal of the girls and he might sniff her out. Danny." He said, knealling down to the little shade who padded loyally up to his outstretched hands. Curwen grabbed the dog around the neck and gave it a good, vigorous scratch. "Now you be be good. You be good boy. You do what these men say, yeah?"

He let the dog go and it walked over and sat next to Micheal's feet, wagging its tail and looking up at him expectantly. Curwen stood up.  "I'm gonna get her library history. See if I can find any books she might have gotten these symbols from. Here." He pulled out a pen and, finding a bit of stray paper on the floor, wrote down his cell number and handed it to Jericho. "You boys contact me if ya find anything. And whatever you give the dog to sniff? Bring it back. I might have use of it if... if the worst has happened."

He hoped she was still alive. She didn't seem like a bad girl, just in over her head. All she needed was a teacher.