That seemed to ease some of the darkness in his gaze. “Excellent. If I can be of assistance, please do call upon me.”
I nodded. “Thanks, Than, I will. Two things: you might want to wear a jacket in the rain, or at least a hat. An umbrella is another popular wet-weather choice.”
His eyes glittered. I wasn’t sure if it was with humor or annoyance.
“And please call me Delaney.”
His mouth twitched, but didn’t quite pull into a curve.
Darn it.
I slid into the front seat of the car.
“Delaney?”
Death held a white envelope between his fingers. He must have pulled it out from beneath that crime-against-nature green shirt of his because it was mostly still dry.
“This is for you.”
“What is it?”
“An envelope, I presume.”
Ha-ha. Funny guy.
“From you?”
“I found it on your doorstep.”
My stomach clenched at those words. I mean, it wasn’t like people left me unmarked envelopes every day. I had every right to assume it contained trouble, bad news, or both.
“Thank you.” I took it, glanced at the front, which was plain white, unmarked, then the back, which was the same, and also sealed. “Would you like a ride?” I tucked the envelope into my inside pocket.
“Yes, thank you.” Than settled into the back seat of the Jeep. “If I may inquire, Crow,” he said primly. “Just where could one purchase such fetching head wear?”
Before Crow could answer, I started the engine and flipped on the windshield wipers hoping to drown out Crow’s laughter.
No luck.
Chapter 6
“Can I shoot him yet?” Jean sat on the edge of my desk, her foot swinging, her bubble gum pink hair pulled up into two tight buns above her ears.
“Who?”
She widened her eyes like she couldn’t believe I’d ask her that. “Our new, annoying mascot.”
“I heard that!” Crow slumped in a chair in the lobby. He’d somehow gotten hold of a stapler and a wastebasket and was shooting staples at the wastebasket from about five feet away.
“One more staple, and you’re paying for a year’s supply.”
I heard the quietsnick-clickof the stapler shooting. “Bill him,” I said to Jean.
She grinned. “Bill him and make him take over our volunteer shifts for Bertie?”
Crow snapped out of his slouch and approached the empty front desk. “I object. That’s cruel and unusual punishment. I thought you needed my help to find the powers.”
I took a sip of coffee and studied him. He looked worried, which wasn’t an emotion I’d ever seen last with him. But then, I didn’t think he’d ever screwed up on this massive of a scale before.
