The next morning she’s gotten as far as packing her bag and heading for the front door to put it in her rental car when she realizes she hasn’t called the executor.
What’s more, the executor has no idea how to dispose of a magic wand, an occult statue, and half a dozen soul jars.
Rosalie drops her bag by the front door and goes back to the kitchen. The map is sitting on the table, with the statue and the wand.
She was up late last night, looking at all three of them.
If there’s no decision for her to make, then why is she still here?
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