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Chapters (46)
  1. Contents
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyrights
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-one
  26. Chapter Twenty-two
  27. Chapter Twenty-three
  28. Chapter Twenty-four
  29. Chapter Twenty-five
  30. Chapter Twenty-six
  31. Chapter Twenty-seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-one
  36. Chapter Thirty-two
  37. Chapter Thirty-three
  38. Chapter Thirty-four
  39. Chapter Thirty-five
  40. Chapter Thirty-six
  41. Chapter Thirty-seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-one
  46. Chapter Forty-two

With the pockets of my jeans filled, I walked him over to the park bench. His mother looked up wearily. “I’m sorry. Was he bothering you?”

“No,” I said. “Not at all.”

She did a double take as dauda-dagr registered, nudging Aunt Nancy with one elbow. Both of them gaped at me.

I ignored them. “Thanks, Jake. You were a big help.”

He nodded, his eyes wide and earnest, his bangs flopping over his forehead. “Will you say hello to the fairies for me?”

“Absolutely,” I promised him.

Chapter Thirty-three

Thirty-three

I had everything I needed, and I had an idea.

No, two ideas.

First I called Jen. I got her voice mail. “Hey, girl!” I said. “Looks like I’m on a mission for the PVB, and I’ve got to pay a visit to Twilight Manor tonight. If you want to ride shotgun, let me know.”

She might or she might not. I wasn’t sure. We’d gone out there a few times over the years to check on her sister, Bethany, and try in vain to convince her to leave. But let’s face it: It’s a scary and deeply creepy place. After this morning’s adventure, Jen would either be more inclined than usual to give Bethany a piece of her mind for abandoning her family, or more inclined than usual to let her waste away out there. Either way, I couldn’t really blame her.

Next, I called Sinclair Palmer. “Hi,” I said when he answered. “It’s Daisy Johanssen. We met earlier today?”

He laughed. “You think that’s something I’m likely to forget, sistah?”

I smiled. “Look, the chief of police wants me to get on this PR business. I’m going to try doing a little outreach with some pretty, sparkly fairies for you. Want to come?”

There was a brief silence on the other end. “Are you kidding? I’d give my left hand for the chance.”

“Not worth it.” I shook my head. “Trust me. Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”

He gave me the address of a rental house out in the countryside just north of town. Ten minutes later, I pulled into the driveway and parked next to an old double-decker tour bus. It was bright yellow, red, and green, with PEMKOWET SUPERNATURAL TOURS painted on either side.

“Wow,” I said as Sinclair emerged from the house. “You must have been pretty confident.”

He shrugged. “I took a chance. My father works at a custom auto shop.” He patted the bus. “The paint job was a birthday present.”

“Nice. Are you and your dad close?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” There was a faint note of reservation in his tone. He laughed self-consciously. “And I guess I have to say I hope you aren’t, eh?”