“Did you have something planned?”
“I put something in the oven,” he hedged.
“Will it hold?”
“It will. Why?”
“How about you and I do a little romantic stakeout together?”
“You think stakeouts are romantic?”
“If you’re with me they are.”
For a minute, I thought I’d overstepped. That even mentioning my work—his work, too, since he was a reserve officer—was too much when we’d been trying to ditch this town and flee.
But then a smile brightened his face and put a wicked little gleam in his eye. “Sounds like fun. You going to tell me who we’re spying on?”
“It’s reconnaissance, not spying. And I think it would be better for you to see it with your own eyes.”
Chapter Six
“Trench coat?”Ryder, next to me in the Jeep, asked.
“Bad weather. A trench coat doesn’t really stand out.”
“With the fedora and black gloves and sunglasses?”
I picked up my binoculars and zoomed in on the suspect who was tromping into the grocery store.
“Okay, yeah. It’s a little noticeable.”
“I expected more hair,” Ryder said, his own binoculars trained on the store.
We both watched as Bigfoot sneezed into the crook of his elbow violently enough to knock his hat off.
“He’s wearing the spell necklace,” I said.
“What’s the spell?”
“Makes him look human to other humans.”
Ryder adjusted the focus. “Okay. A very hairy guy, but yeah, I guess I can see it.”
“You’re more than just human. God-touched,” I said. “So you see more than most.”
“I see a really tall hairy guy in a trench coat having an allergy attack.”
“Yeah, that’s the drawback.”
“What?”
“He’s allergic to magic.”
There was a pause while he digested that. “Bigfoot’s allergic to magic?”
“Yeah, and Bigfoot’s a family name. His personal name is Flip.”
Another, longer pause. “Bigfoot’s name is Flip.”
