“We know,” we both said.
“This was propped next to my door.”
“No box?” Myra asked again.
“Why are you so focused on a box?”
“Odin received a package he didn’t order,” Myra said.
“That’s a crime?”
“It was a weapon,” Myra said.
“Someone mailed a gun to Odin?” Crow’s eyebrows went up. “To Odin?”
“It wasn’t a gun,” I said. “It was a spear.”
“O-kay. Through the mail?”
“No,” Myra said. “Dropped off beside his doorstep.”
“What kind of spear?”
We didn’t say anything.
“Just a random spear, though, right?
“Why?” I wouldn’t put it past him to be a part of this. He might have found Odin’s secret spear closet and picked the lock. He might have left the spear on the doorstep just to brag about what he could do when Odin wasn’t looking.
But Crow was watching me, his expression calculating as if he were working through possibilities. I’d seen his scheming face all my life. I’d seen his lying face too. But this was his god face—or as close to it as I saw in Ordinary.
“It was magic,” he said. “He wouldn’t care if someone sent him a random spear. He’d use it as a prop for one of his carvings. Bear with a Spear. Dog with a Spear. Spear with a Spear.
“It was Gungnir, wasn’t it?” He wiped his hand over his mouth. “Hells. Grungnir?”
I nodded. “It was.”
“Who the fuck got into Odin’s realm? How did they even break into his realm? And who smuggled it into Ordinary withoutyounoticing?”
“We don’t know,” I said. “But I don’t feel weapons—magical or otherwise—when they’re brought here. I only notice gods.”
“Did Odin say when it was stolen?”
“Just that it was delivered.”
“This is…Breaking into a god realm. Holy shit, how could…” His voice trailed off, and he stared into the distance for a second.
“You have some ideas on that?” I asked. “How it could have been done? Who could have done it?”
“First,” he stuck up a finger. “I would check that he didn’t send it to himself.”
“Why would he—”
“Shush-sha. He’s a drama queen, that’s why.”
“He’s not as bad as—”
“He is. All gods are. Trust me on that, cookie.”
