“I don’t think so,” I said, turning away from Crow even though all I wanted to do was stay here and yell. Yelling wouldn’t solve the problem, and I was pretty sure Crow was right when he said all hell was going to break loose.
“So what’s the hell that’s going to break loose?” Ryder opened the door for me, his brain putting two and two together and coming up with the next logical step at the same time as mine.
“I don’t know yet,” I said. “But if all the items came in boxes…”
“…and the storage unit is a box,” he added.
“…then everything Crow sold has the potential of being cursed.”
Ryder jogged with me to the Jeep and waited for me to unlock it so he could get in the passenger seat. Unfortunately, Crow was right behind us.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he said. “You told me this was my mess to clean up, so I’m coming with you to clean it up.”
I leaned on the top of the driver’s door and glared at him over the roof of the vehicle. “I want a list of everything you got out of the storage unit,anda list of everyone who bought something from you.”
“You think I keep track of all the—”
“Yes,” I interrupted. “I know you do. Get the lists. Then call me.”
“Phone,” Ryder said.
“Shit. Call Ryder, he’ll be with me. If we’re going to find all this stuff before curses start popping up everywhere, we’re going to have to split up and be quick.”
“But…”
“No. Go. Get the records. Call. Now.”
I ducked into the Jeep.
Ryder was already on his phone texting.
“Who?” I asked.
“Myra.” He hit the screen, and Myra’s voice came through the speaker.
“Crow did what?”
“Sold Pandora’s box. Boxes,” I clarified.
“Want me to try to get the manifest of what was in her storage?”
“No, I have Crow doing that. I need you to head to the library and see if there’s any way we can tell which of the items she owned are cursed.”
“Is there a chance none of them are?” Ryder asked.
“No,” Myra and I said at the same time.
“Once you get to the library, let me know,” I said.
“Already there,” she said.
Relief washed through me. Myra. Right place, right time. “Okay, then let me know what you find out. If all of this stuff is cursed, we’re going to need a curse breaker.”
“Got it.” She sounded a little out of breath like she was climbing stairs.
“I’m sending Jean south. We’ll need to coordinate if we’re repossessing or curse-breaking the objects.”
“Curse-breaking is best,” she said. “That way we won’t have to deal with this same problem in ten years when the items crop up again.”
