Page 63 of Immortal Unveiled

“This here.”

“Manus, I can’t see what you’re pointing to since you’re invisible.”

“Oh sorry. Hazard of my gift,” he said. “Look at the 4pm entry on the day of your mother’s death.”

Kim scanned the entries for that day and read. “Simon Kilgore, transl. celt.” She looked up. “Looks like she had an appointment with a translator. Nothing unusual in her job.”

“Maybe not, but if by celt she means Celtic, then I think we should look into it.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s our ancient language. So, if she saw an inscription on something that she believed to be Celtic, it could have something to do with us or the demons.”

There was a sound at the door.

“Ask her assistant if she knew anything about it,” Manus managed to say before the door opened fully and Emily reentered with two cups of coffee.

Kim put down the notebook she’d been looking through and walked toward Emily, reaching for the cup. “Oh, thank you so much.” She took a sip. Emily did the same.

“May I ask you something, Emily?”

“Of course, hon. What is it?”

“I always thought that Mom wasn’t working on the day that she died.”

“That’s right.”

“But I just saw an entry in her calendar…” Kim picked up the calendar from where Manus had laid it down and set down the coffee cup. “Here it is. She was meeting with a translator. So, she must have been working that day after all.”

Emily leaned in to look at the entry, squinting slightly. “Hmm. That’s not an appointment I made for her.”

“But weren’t you making all appointments for her?”

“Most of the time, yes, ‘cause it saved her a lot of time rather than her having to track people down and figure out when they could meet. I mean, that was my job. Must have been something private.”

“That’s odd. Why would she need a translator?”

Emily looked at the entry again. “It’s definitely not for anything in the museum. If I’m not mistaken, her abbreviation means Celtic, and we haven’t had any Celtic items in quite a while.”

“Thanks, Emily. I guess you must be right. Maybe she found something on an antiques market.”

“Yes, she loved those, didn’t she?” A bittersweet smile crossed Emily’s face. “I know she was raving about a find the weekend before her death.”

“Oh? Do you know what she’d bought?”

Emily shook her head. “You knew your mother. She never let the cat out of the bag until she was absolutely sure she knew what she had.”

“You’re right.” Kim sighed. “Listen, I shouldn’t take up more of your time. All the things in the box are definitely personal items. I’ll take the box home.”

“You do that, hon.”

A hug and a goodbye later, and Kim exited the museum.

“What now?” she whispered outside. “Do you think Mom found something at one of those antiques markets that she needed a translator for?”

“One way to find out,” Manus replied just as quietly.