My stomach going light, I ripped the paper from the nail. “No freaking way,” I said, skimming the official document. It was blurry from being the second copy, but clear enough. We had thirty days to vacate. They were going to tear the church down now that it wasn’t sanctified, but the impetus behind it was Piscary.

Glenn leaned out the window. “Everything okay?”

“Rache,” Jenks exclaimed, clearly terrified. “I can’t move my family. Matalina isn’t well! They’re going to bulldoze the garden!”

“Jenks!” I said, hands upraised though I couldn’t touch him. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. We’ll work something out. Matalina will be fine!”

Jenks stared at me, his eyes wide. “I…I,” he stammered, then with a little moan, he darted up and around to the back of the church.

My hands fell to my sides. I felt so helpless.

“Rachel?” Glenn called from the street, and I turned.

“We’ve been evicted,” I said, moving the paper in explanation. “Thirty days.” Anger trickled into me.

Glenn’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t do it, witch,” he warned as he looked at my fists, clenched at my sides.

I gazed down the street at nothing, getting madder. “I’m not going to kill him,” I said. “Give me some credit. This is an invitation. If I don’t go see him, he’ll do something worse.” Shit. My mother.

Glenn ducked back in the window. His door opened, and he got out. My blood pressure rose. “Get your little brown-sugar candy ass back in your ugly Crown Victoria,” I said. “I know what I’m doing.”

My fingers felt the outlines of the focus in my bag as Glenn came to the bottom of the steps and looked up at me, pistol on his hip and attitude all over him like icing on a cake. “Give me your car keys.”

“Don’t think so.”

His eyes narrowed. “Give them to me or I’m going to arrest you myself.”

“On what grounds?” I asked belligerently, looking down at him.

“Your boots. They’re breaking every unwritten fashion law.”

Huffing, I looked at them, tilting one onto the toe to see them better. “I’m just going to talk to him, nice and friendly.”

Eyebrows high, Glenn put his hand out. “I’ve seen how you talk to Piscary. Keys?”

My jaw clenched. “Put a car at my mother’s house,” I demanded, and when he nodded, I shoved the eviction paper into my bag, found my keys, and threw them at him. “Bastard,” I muttered as they hit his hand.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he looked at the zebra-striped car key. “You get them back when you go to class.”