"I've endured worse." Presley frowns as he studies the Tower card. "I have to assume that your mother didn't keep razor-sharp tarot cards in her collection. Is this a memory quirk? Or does it mean something?"

He returns to the table to inspect the rest of the cards. "We had to find the right cards to get Webberley's linchpin. So what does she want us to do here?" Presley raps his fingers on the table, making a show of seeming casual. "Anything in the letters...?"