Despite her minute size, she was highly capable as his aide and also carried a heavy burden of responsibility as manager of their Philadelphia facility. She’d also demonstrated ingenuity as the leader of their psychic team.
For months now, Nazi occult practitioners had remotely probed the psychic defenses of their Philadelphia facility. So far, the U.S. psychic team had withstood these black-arts attacks, but the Germans had more experience than the recently formed U.S. team. Using occult spells, the Nazis had sneaked through the Fourth Dimension and caused sickness and sabotage in certain military facilities. Uncle Sam feared American citizens would become vulnerable to German mind control. Their mission in Great Britain was to find Livvy’s European family as soon as possible and to copy the family grimoire, The Book of Cures, with its vast knowledge of counter spells and talismans. They were to take this copy—and, if possible, the cousin caretaker—back to the states. The need for a successful mission weighed on Trey.
“While we’re away from prying ears, let’s talk about tomorrow.”
“Sure thing,” Livvy said, her voice sounding airy and without the seriousness it normally possessed. “We’re going to London and I’ll meet my mother’s family at the address Aunt Vicky gave to Pop.”
Trey knew her American family had lost touch with their European line during her deceased mother’s generation. “It’s not likely your mother’s family will still be there.”
“I’m feeling really good about this.” Livvy’s voice sounded unrealistically upbeat.
“Hold your horses,” Trey said. “Nazi bombs have made chaos of whole areas in London. Who knows what’s still possible?”
“I’ll use my clairvoyant powers.” She hammed it up by making ghostly sounds while waving her hands about.
Trey frowned. What was wrong with her? This was not like the Livvy he knew. “It’s not like we’re back in Philadelphia. We can’t go wandering around willy-nilly. We need a plan.”
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