I retreated into the house and locked the door. Then I walked on trembling legs over to the window above the kitchen sink and peered out, leaning as far over the sink as I could. From this angle I could see only a bit of the crumpled body. “Okay,” I said out loud. “Okay.” He was dead, looked like. It had been so quick.

I started to pick up the wall phone, noticed how my hands were shaking, and spotted my cell phone on the counter where I’d been charging it. Since this was a crisis that definitely called for the head honcho, I speed-dialed my great-grandfather’s big, secret emergency number. I thought the situation qualified. A male voice, not Niall’s, answered. “Yes?” the voice said with a cautious tone.

“Ah, is Niall there?”

“I can reach him. Can I help you?”

Steady, I told myself. Steady. “Would you please tell him I’ve killed a fairy and he’s laid out in my yard and I don’t know what to do with the body?”

There was a moment of silence.

“Yes, I’ll tell him that.”

“Pretty soon, you think? Because I’m alone and I’m kind of freaked out.”

“Yes. Quite soon.”

“And someone will come?” Geez Louise, I sounded whiny. I made my spine stiffen. “I mean, I can load him in my car trunk, I guess, or I could call the sheriff.” I wanted to impress this unknown with the fact that I wasn’t completely needy and helpless. “But there’s the whole thing with you guys being secret, and he didn’t seem to have a weapon, and obviously I can’t prove this guy said he’d enjoy killing me.”

“You . . . have killed a fairy.”

“I said that. Way back.” Mr. Slow-on-the-Uptake. I peered out the window again. “Yeah, he’s still not moving. Dead and gone.”

This time the silence lasted so long that I thought I must have blanked out and missed something. I said, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you really? We’ll be there very soon.” And he hung up.

I couldn’t not look, and I couldn’t bear to look. I’d seen the dead before, both human and nonhuman. And since the night I’d met Bill Compton in Merlotte’s, I’d seen more than my share of bodies. Not that that was Bill’s fault, of course.

I had goose pimples all over.

In about five minutes, Niall and another fairy walked out of the woods. There must be some kind of portal out there. Maybe Scotty had beamed them up. Or down. And maybe I wasn’t thinking too clearly.