Page 63 of A Seer and Present Danger

Our bathroom was a little more upscale than most diners, and had a sitting area sectioned off to one side with a couple comfortable chairs. The staff tried not to use it during busy hours, but it’d been late and there hadn’t been very many customers.

Buzz didn’t care if we used it when the diner was in a lull.

“Shoot!” She spun and hurried off to one of her tables. She got there just in time to catch the bowl of clam chowder as it got elbowed by a teen trying to get out of her jacket.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl said. “I forgot it was there.”

“You should pay better attention,” Aggie grumbled, shaking the spilled chowder off her hands. “I’ll get you a new bowl.”

The girl made more apologies, which Aggie waved off.

I watched Aggie carry the bowl back to the kitchen.

How had she known to catch that bowl? Had the teens already been clumsy, so she was keeping an eye on them?

Did she have magic?

Or was it as simple as being a waitress gave you a sixth sense for which tables were going to be trouble?

I gave her a thumbs up as she returned with a fresh bowl of chowder, and she gave me a stiff nod.

Shelly was already on her way with a mop. Like I said, waitresses have a sixth sense for these things.

She and Aggie cleaned up the spill.

I filled water glasses for my customers.

Futures bubbled, little repeated flashes:

Vandre was here…

Vandre was here…

Vandre was here…

Good. I had some questions for Detective Demigod.

I poured a cup of coffee, placed it on the table, and told Buzz to set me up a BLT with fruit on the side.

Once the sandwich and fruit were next to the coffee, I told Buzz I was on break.

Just as Vandre walked through the door.

CHAPTER 13

“I know you’re a demigod.”

Vandre paused with the sandwich halfway to his mouth, then nodded and took a bite.

“Delaney?” he asked.

“Myra told me.”

“They’re good people, the Reeds.”

“I know. You said you checked in with them.”

“Did I?” He stabbed a strawberry with his fork and popped it in his mouth. “Have I not?”