"Does this man have a name?"

"Ramon Echavarria. Movie producer, died in 1924."

"Before my time, then. Who did he kill."

"Lotta people, as I understand it. We're still looking into things, Mr. Echavarria's activities were not the original subject of our investigation. We were initially investigating the incident during which Mr. Echevarria himself and several of his associates were killed."

"And how does this connect to the Winston case." He has a few guesses but he'd rather not voice them immediately.

"We believe that Mr. Winston may have been affiliated with the group that carried out the hit on Mr. Echavarria. It's all tentative right now, you understand."

"What were Echavarria and his... associates... doing? Details, please."

"I'm sure you understand if I don't want to jump to explain the whole of an ongoing case over the telephone? I can tell you that I believe that Echavarria was involved in criminal activities including murder, and in some sort of religious cult. If you're still set on flying to LA, I'd be happy to tell you where I'm staying and fill you in more completely here, but the investigation is extensive, I am not certain that we are not being targeted for it, and if I must discuss the whole of the case I would prefer to do it in person."

"I think I'd better. Your current address, please?"

She can give him the address of the Roosevelt Hotel.

"I will be there in three days."

"We are going to visit Savannah tomorrow. Perhaps you can take the train there and we can pick you up?"

"That will be faster. Thank you, and thank you for keeping me informed. Please continue doing whatever you can to help her." And he hangs up.

The next morning, Anemone takes the account books to a friend she's bought sideshow attraction items from in the past. She has an interest in cryptography and she'd be happy to look at the books while Anemone is gone. 

Then at nine in the morning they get on the plane. 

Mordred pokes at his article about Douglas Henslowe with the intent of sending it to the Savannah newspaper. 

Anemone reads the book that freaked out Carrie.

She is pleased to know that it is an ordinary creepy book and cannot phase her.

Then, since it is a twelve hour flight, she reads the book about ziggurats. 

...and screams in the moment when she grasps the implications of what this author has communicated to her about how All of the ziggurats are Connected and how it Means Something and she don't know What but it has Shaken her as Nothing Else Has.

...Mordred has literally no idea how to respond to this.

'Are you okay' is a stupid question because obviously she's not.

Anemone is going to Attempt To Get Ahold Of Herself.

"Do you... need anything."

"Hey Mordred. Did You Read This Book Earlier?"

"Yes?"

"Did you understand it?"

"It did not make a lot of sense, no. Or, like, I learned an amount about ziggurats, but it kept going into digressions that didn't seem very related and I wasn't sure what was going on with that."

Anemone nods sagely.

That seems more like Anemone. She is a nodding-sagely kind of person and not really a screaming-about-books kind of person.

...then he realizes this thought is kind of stupid.