A second pair of eyes is welcome. Maybe there's even something else she overlooked that he'd recognize from his time here. Ginia moves onto the next stand, checking the cardboard boxes stacked up. Sauces, cooking oil... she works in silence, looking through every box, checking the inside and outside of the stands and tents, looking under tables. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

After the fifth total stand with nothing to show, Ginia sits back again.

"Another thought. What if the cult cast a circle of bad luck similar to the blighted circle in that suburb? That could affect a large area but leave nothing behind, right?"