Someone’s been here, I can tell. They were careful not to disturb anything, but people with power leave an aftertaste, and whoever this was, they had power. The locked drawers are still locked, nothing’s missing, but that doesn’t mean anything: the book isn’t here.
But they’ll know it was here, and that’s enough. Someone clever might have been able to read where it went. The witch is in danger. I’m in danger, but I knew that already.
Maybe the witch knows: she’s got precog spells. If she hasn’t got them pinging like mad by now we’re all in for it.