I scowled at him in the rearview mirror. “Nothing weird happened at the sale?”
“Other than Ginny and Misty yelling about their crotches? Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you on principle.”
“My heart,” Crow said, tapping his chest. “Be still it.”
“Maybe something about the storm triggered it?” Ryder said, ignoring Crow.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Weather isn’t used as a magical trigger very often. Too unpredictable.”
He grunted.
“I think it has something to do with Bigfoot,” Crow said.
“Why would it have something to do with him?” I asked.
“He stopped at my sale on his way out of town.”
“I didn’t see him there.”
“He came in after you.”
“Did he buy anything?”
“No, but he walked out with his pockets full.”
“He stole stuff?” Ryder asked.
“He took some things, yeah.”
“And you let him?” Ryder asked.
Crow shrugged. “I buy this stuff in lots. I don’t expect to make money on all of it. Better someone get use out of it than I pay to take it to the dump.”
“Do you know what he took?” I asked.
“Me? I’m not one of the all-knowing gods, Delaney.”
“Crow.”
He grinned. “Of course I know what he took. You know I keep track. Why did you even ask?”
“Because unlike some people in this vehicle, I follow the rules.”
He chuckled. “Like taking your yearly vacations?”
“I follow all the rules,” I said. “The vacation thing is more of a policy.”
“Is that why you get grumpy and yell at Myra and Jean to take their days off?”
I scowled at him. He didn’t look the least bit concerned, sprawled out in the seat, his arm thrown across the back, one ankle propped on his knee. He looked like he was having the trickster time of his trickster life.
“What did Flip take that has anything to do with Pandora’s garage sale?” I asked.
“Some electric wire. I think. I mean, I’m not sure it was stuff from Pandora’s unit. It’s a lot to keep track of.”
I slammed on the brakes. I wasn’t going that fast, so Ryder easily braced, but Crow wasn’t expecting the abrupt stop. He jerked forward, hands slamming into the seat back to keep him from knocking his head on it.
