Rising from sweeping the dust into the pan, I turned to him, hearing the worry he was trying to hide. It didn’t matter how uncomfortable things got between Ivy and me. If the firm fell apart, Jenks would probably lose control of the garden. He had way too many kids, and Matalina wasn’t up to staking out new territory. Jenks said she was okay, but I was worried.

“We aren’t moving,” I said flatly, and I dumped the pan in the black contractor bag. “We’ll find a way to get the church resanctified.” Ivy and I will deal with the uncomfortable situation like we always have…by ignoring it. It was something we were both good at.

Reassured, Jenks glanced into the garden, the sun glinting on his shock of bright yellow hair. “I still say you should’ve let the guys fix the walls,” he said. “What did you save? A hundred bucks? Tink’s knickers, that’s nothing.”

I set the broom aside and shook the trash down in the bag, looking for a twist tie. “I’ll have a big chunk after Trent’s wedding. Unless nothing happens, but what are the chances of that?”

Jenks snickered. “With your luck, nothing will.”

I scanned the living room and tried to decide how to pick up the bag of trash without getting poked by a stray nail or jagged sliver. Though the space was empty and echoing, the walls were back together and the newly uncovered floor was clean. A quick trip to the store for a new piece of baseboard and we could move everything back. Actually, there was no reason to wait for the baseboard. I could move everything back in now, and finish it later. If I hustled, I could get it back before Ivy returned. It might be easier to do it myself than our doing it together.

“Phone’s going to ring,” Jenks said from atop the broom’s handle, and I froze, jumping when it did.

“God, Jenks, that’s creepy,” I muttered as I dropped the bag and went to the hearth. I knew he probably heard the electronics click over, but it was still unnerving.

He was grinning as I plucked up the receiver. “Vampiric Charms,” I said, adopting my most professional voice. I stuck my tongue out at Jenks, and he merrily flipped me off. “This is Morgan. We can help. Day or night, dead or alive.” Where are the freaking pen and paper?

“Rachel? It’s Glenn.”

My breath puffed out, and I relaxed. “Hi, Glenn,” I said, looking for something to sit on and finally moving to the kitchen. “What’s up? You got another job for me? Maybe want to arrest another one of my friends?”

“I didn’t arrest Mr. Hue, and it’s the same job.”