01_-_The_Alchemyst

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Dr. John Dee finally arrived in Ojai as the last light was fading in
spectacular shades of pink over the surrounding Topa Topa Mountains. He’d
been traveling all day; he was tired and irritable and looking for an excuse to
hurt someone.
Hekate’s Shadowrealm had drained his cell battery, and it had taken him
over an hour before he could find a phone to contact his office. He’d then
been forced to sit, fuming, by the side of the road for another ninety minutes
while a team of drivers scoured Mill Valley’s backroads looking for him. It
was close to nine-thirty before he finally returned to his offices at Enoch
Enterprises in the heart of the city.
There he’d learned that Perenelle had already been moved to Alcatraz.
His company had recently purchased the island from the state and had closed
it to the public while restoration work was being carried out. There was talk
in the papers that it was going to be turned into a living history museum. In
reality, the doctor intended to return it to its original use as one of the most
secure prisons in the world. The doctor briefly thought about flying out to the
island to talk to Perenelle, but dismissed the idea as a waste of time. The
missing pages from the Codex and the twins were his priorities. Although
Bastet had said to kill them if he couldn’t kidnap them, Dee had other ideas.
Dee knew of the famous prophecy from the Book of Abraham the Mage.
The Elders had known that twins were coming, “the two that are one, the one
that is all.” One to save the world, one to destroy it. But which one was
which? he wondered. And could their powers be shaped and twisted by the
instruction they received? Finding the boy was becoming as important as
finding the missing pages of the Codex. He had to have that gold aura.