Where do you go to fix a problem only you know about?
Lia and Stephanie have stumbled upon a new case for the detective agency to unravel.
It’s not stumping the police. It’s not even a cold case.
That’s because no one outside the magical world even knows it’s happening.
A grimoire that possesses the reader with the spirit of a dead wizard isn’t the sort of thing that makes the news, especially when the reader is a notorious recluse.
Unfortunately, that notorious recluse is also a software magnate with security clearance.
Now there’s a teensy possibility of World War III.
Oh, and LA is ground zero for the final showdown between the Council of Thaumaturges and the Orthodoxy, so that’s throwing a monkey wrench into everything as well.