“Huh.”
“And the god spells?” Myra asked. “Does he have the missing page?”
“He says he doesn’t.”
“Helpful,” she said. “So how do you want to handle our ghoul?”
“Have they said anything?”
“Not a peep,” Jean said. “Also, it’s super weird to see you sitting in there.”
“Yeah, okay, so that’s a thing we need to figure out. Myra, do you know what ghouls eat for sustenance?”
“I did some asking around. Anything but meat. I packed an extra lunch.”
Of course she had.
“Get that. Let’s bring them out here so they don’t feel as constrained behind bars. Right now the only thing we can hold them on is trespassing, and frankly, that yard they were in is a vacation rental. No one has been there for months.”
“I’ll get them,” Myra said.
She sauntered back to the small jail cell behind the doors at the far end of the station. Jean slurped her milkshake.
“What about the monster hunter?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I’m taking it one disaster at a time.”
My phone buzzed. I checked the messages. A text from Rossi said:you’re welcomeand was followed by three bat emojis and a cow.
“What did Rossi do?” I asked Jean.
She shook her head. “Other than have a game night without inviting me?”
“You’re as bad as Crow.”
She grinned. “I heard you picked a date,” she said. “Good job.”
“Is Ryder texting you behind my back?”
“Maybe.”
“Jean.”
“He’s going to be my brother-in-law. A little friendly gossip session now and then only makes our relationship stronger.”
I pushed her knee hard enough, she had to plant her foot to keep from falling off my desk.
“Go sit in a chair,” I groused.
She laughed and got off the desk, choosing to stand instead.
The door opened. Bathin strode in, carrying a black-wrapped bundle about the size of an ax and sword.
“Is Myra here?”
“Yep. Those the weapons?”
“Yes. The cloaking cloth should make it easier to handle them.”
