A couple of vases my husband's father brought over from China.
The glass over my husband's diploma.
Sometimes it takes things." She glanced at me again.
"Car keys.
Shoes.
Some important papers of Cor's turned up in Chad's room, under his bed.
Corban was pretty mad." "At Chad?" She nodded.
I hadn't even met him, and I didn't like her husband.
Even if Chad was doing everything himself--and I had no evidence to the contrary--throwing him into reform school didn't sound like the way to make things better.
We picked up a morose Chad, who didn't seem inclined to converse, and she quit talking about the ghost.
AMBER WAS WORKING IN THE KITCHEN.
I'D TRIED TO HELP but she finally sent me to my room to stay out of her way.
She didn't like the way I peeled apples.
I'd brought a book from home--a very old book--with real fairy tales in it.
It was borrowed and I'd have to return it soon, so I was reading as fast as I could.
I was taking notes on kelpies (thought extinct) when someone knocked at my door twice and then opened it.
Chad stood with a notebook and a pencil in hand.
"Hey," I said.
He turned the notebook around and I read, "How much is my dad paying you?" "Nothing," I said.
His eyes narrowed, and he ripped away that page and showed me the next one.
Evidently he'd thought about this for a while.
"Why are you here? What do you want?" I set my book aside and stared back at him.
He was tough, but he wasn't Adam or Samuel: he blinked first.
"I have a vampire who wants to kill me," I told him.
Which I shouldn't have, of course, but I wanted to see what would happen.
Curiosity, Bran has told me more than once, might be as fatal for coyotes as it is for cats.
Chad crumpled the paper and mouthed a word.
Evidently he hadn't expected that response.
I raised my eyebrow.
"Sorry.