Many of the so-called magicians and magic wielders Jinn had known in his time had been frauds. The most talented among them had been able to cast spells of infatuation and curses of retribution. The vast majority had been blessed with Sight and a preternatural knack for the healing arts.
Nothing on the level of what J'mon practiced.
Jinn kept his eyes open throughout, observing the weaving of the spell, watching Eddie for some hint of what he felt as J'mon rifled through his mind. Sensing no discomfort, he relaxed and continued to witness in silence.
At least, he remained silent until Eddie spoke. "A severed connection. Could it be related to one who was sent back from this place?" He meant Richie, whose sudden departure didn't quite coincide with the strange ills that plagued Eddie but had taken place not long before it.