When Tom finally found where Jordan had squirreled him, Andy started babbling something about black magic. Tom told the kid to calm down and start over. There really wasn’t much to his story, unless you knew Furlann. Not that Tom ever had more than suspicions about her magical ethics, but a mage with a Presidential pardon for magical crimes was not the sort of person the Church considered for their exorcism squads. The UCAS Thaumaturgic Corps was a lot less picky. The kid might actually be right.