“I think we need a consultant.”
Ryder’s voice rang out from the back. “Cheddar? What do you think this is, a retirement party?”
“We’re a little short-handed,” she went on. “And Crow knows how things can be stolen from gods because he’s stolen things from gods.”
“Allegedly,” he said. “Crow has allegedly stolen things from gods.”
“You literally just confessed to it a minute ago,” she said. “There are dozens of stories about you stealing from gods. It’s kind of your thing.”
“Talk about typecasting. I steal from other people, too, you know.”
“Not helping,” I said.
Myra pulled her phone out of her pocket, and it rang. “What’s up?” she answered.
“Look, Crow,” I said. “If you’re bored, Bertie could use some help.”
“Working for Bertie isn’t what I’d call fun.”
“Solving crimes isn’t fun either. It’s work.”
“We gotta go,” Myra said, striding back to her desk to grab a small backpack.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There’s been another mailing.”
“Who?” I dug my keys out of my pocket and headed toward the door.
“Zeus.” She was across the floor, right behind me.
Ryder spun from the hallway, his whole body zeroing in on me even though he still had his phone to his ear.
“Gotta call,” I said. “Zeus. Myra and I got it. Hold down the fort.”
He nodded and made his way between desks to the front counter.
Crow had jogged around us, and held the door open. When I strode through it, he jogged after me.
“You’re not coming.”
“I’m coming.”
Myra opened the cruiser door and ducked inside. I slid behind the wheel of my Jeep.
Crow popped the passenger door and got in beside me.
“This isn’t a game, Crow. You stay behind.”
“Do you know what Zeus’s weapon is, Delaney? The one he locked away before coming to Ordinary?”
“Lightning bolt,” I said.
“Lightning bolt,” he agreed. “Zeus’s weapon is a lightning bolt. So let’s get there before the fire department arrives.”
Since I was losing time as it was, I threw on the lights and hauled out of the parking lot.
Chapter Six
