While listening to a recording that Cliff made of Evageline Cayce’s writings, they discover something interesting. Opal Cayce wasn’t the girl’s birth mother. They find a portrait of the Cayce family, which shows all of them, except Olivander, who wasn’t yet born.
“Evangeline was the eldest. She was fourteen when this was painted,” Jordan said.
“How do you know that?” Chase asked.
“Says on the wall,” she pointed to a plaque. “This was painted the summer a few months before the big Halloween battle. Boy, Opal looks like a bitch, doesn’t she? What a scowl!”
The dark haired woman did look sour. She was a pretty woman, but something had warped her personality until she was mean and twisted.
“That’s Evangeline,” Marissa said, pointing to a pretty blonde who stood right next to her father.
The brooding Opal was dark of complexion and her hair was nearly ebony in color…
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