So let me get this straight. She’s doing..something. With some stuff. That’s somewhere.”
“That pretty much covers it, yeah, “Archer replied.
“Yay for vague,” I muttered, shrugging off my blazer. I tossed it on the nearest shelf and grimaced as a puff of dust and grime rose in the air. “Ugh, gross. Would it kill the Casnoffs to do the occasional cleaning spell? I swear to God, everything in here is covered with a least an inch of…” My words trailed off as a thought occurred to me. From Archer’s sudden grin, he’d apparently had the same idea.
“Bet if you’ve been using an artifact at least three times a week, it’s pretty dust-free,” he said.
“So we look for the least disgusting shelf. Easy enough.”
Or at least that’s what I thought. For about twenty minutes, Archer and I walked around each and every case, looking at every slot. I saw a few items I recognized from cellar duty (a red piece of fabric, some vampire fangs in a jar), and some things I was pretty sure I’d only ever seen in nightmares. What I didn’t see was a clean shelf.

Autore: Rachel Hawkins