She had him there. He jingled the change in his pocket, considered. Cooled off. “What did they tell you would happen if you found the keys?”

“The souls would be unlocked. And we’d each get a million dollars. And yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. You had to be there.”

“When you add that these three goddesses are currently sleeping in crystal beds in a castle behind the Curtain of Dreams, I guess you did have to be there.”

“They have a painting of the Daughters of Glass. They look like us. It’s a brilliant painting. I know art, Hennessy, and this is no paint-by-numbers deal. It’s a goddamn masterpiece. It has to mean something.”

His face sharpened with interest. “Who painted it?”

“It wasn’t signed, not that I could see.”

“Then how do you know it’s a masterpiece?”

“Because I know. It’s what I do. Whoever painted it has an amazing talent, and a great love and respect for the subject matter. That sort of thing shows. And if they’d wanted to hurt us, why didn’t they do something last night, when we were all there? Dana was there, alone with them, before I arrived. Why not bash her over the head and chain her in the dungeon, then do the same with me, with Zoe. Or drug the wine? I’ve already thought about all that, already asked myself all the questions. And I’ll tell you why. Because they believe everything they told us.”

“And this eases your mind? Okay, who are they? Where do they come from? How did they get here? Why did they come here? This isn’t exactly Mystic Central.”

“Why don’t you find out instead of scaring people?” Dana demanded as she returned.

“Is Zoe okay?” Malory asked her.

“Sure, she’s just great now that she has visions of somebody using her kid as a human sacrifice.” She punched Flynn in the shoulder.

“Hey, if you didn’t want somebody to point out the flaws in the plan, you shouldn’t have had your party at my place. So, tell me everything you know about this Rowena and Pitte.”

He took more notes, managing to hold back any scathing comments on the lack of information.

“Anybody still got the invitation?”

He took the one Malory pulled out of her bag. “I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Did your grandmother’s story say anything about where the keys were hidden?”

“No, just that they couldn’t be turned by the hand of the gods. Which leaves a pretty open field.”

Flynn waited until Malory left, then crooked a finger so Dana would follow him into the kitchen.

As rooms went it was a sad statement, with its ancient coppertone appliances, white-with-gold-speckled countertops and fake-brick linoleum floor.

“When are you going to do something about this room? It’s awful.”

“All in good time, my pretty, all in good time.” He got a beer out of the fridge, wagged it at her.

“Yeah, why not?”

He got out a second, popped the tops on the wall opener that was in the shape of a bikini-clad blonde with a toothy grin.