"Exactly what are we looking for?" Jacqueline asked, staring at the endless amount of books and treatises that filled the shelves of the Orne Library.

Harvey shook his head and scowled at her. "If I knew that, I wouldn't have asked you for help." Harvey Walters was a professor of history and archaeology, an expert on ancient relics and extinct languages. But his true calling was the occult. While many of his colleagues questioned the skills of a so-called medium, he knew better. Doubts were dangerous. "Very few know that the Necronomicon was sent here. A good friend from Tromsø in Norway and maybe one or two of his acquaintances, but no more. Whoever may have stolen it must be well connected in Arkham and must also know of the book's intrinsic value.”

There were not many who were familiar with Abdul Alhazred's work. The mafia wouldn't have bothered to make the faithful transcript that Harvey had received in the mail. Whoever had stolen the real edition must have known about the kind of secrets the book held. Harvey shuddered as he considered what a misguided scholar could possibly accomplish with the knowledge contained in the dangerous tome.

Harvey's companion closed her eyes and began sensing the air around her as if she were playing an invisible instrument. "I see... a symbol. A circle – no, many circles… and shapes impossible to describe.” Her fingers trembled as the vision overcame her.

"That sounds a lot like an etching by Abdul Alhazred," the professor suggested, deep in thought. Approaching a towering, cluttered bookcase at the end of the hall, he ran wrinkled fingers over the covers of the heavy books until he paused on one book and pulled it out: it was a treatise on many of the secret religious sects of ancient Egypt. “Alhazred had many followers. Some of them founded cults based on his works. Dangerous cults.” He selected more books and stacked them on a nearby table. "It looks like I have a lot of work ahead of me."