Deceptive Dime Store Demons by Shawntelle Madison

Author:Shawntelle Madison [Madison, Shawntelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734451023
Publisher: Valkyrie Rising Press

Chapter 13

After my fruitless search for the whistle yesterday, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. If Lady Ophelia had kept it safe in her hotel room instead of strolling around Central Park with it, we wouldn’t have to deal with the leprechauns in the first place.

At least I hadn’t left Seamus’s shop empty-handed. Now I had a potential gift for Farley.

And to start my Sunday morning off right, I woke up to a silent house. Perhaps Farley had had a late movie marathon of Henry Fonda westerns, or he’d decided to get a good night’s sleep for once. I finally had time to contemplate the missing whistle and the creatures that killed the night guard.

Long before I woke up, Nick had shot me a text with a kind offer to search again today, but I declined. Having that poor wizard follow me around didn’t feel like a good use of his spare time. I wanted him to visit the clinic more often.

I’ll text you every day until you send me a selfie of you in front of the clinic, I’d replied to him. If you don’t send me a pic in a day or two, we might need to take another field trip again.

My reply came quickly. That’s fine.

A win for the wolf, I say.

After dealing with Nick, I needed to figure out how to give Farley his gift. A part of me wanted to go all out and wrap up the damn thing using my egregious stash of holiday-oriented wrapping paper, but a man like him would probably mock my efforts.

I sighed. Why should I make all these plans when he might not care? I shoved my darkening mood aside and decided to get dressed. I had a world of garage sales to conquer, and on a gorgeous Sunday like today, plenty of them called my name. At every house, the owners would greet me with a grin, their tables and shelves filled with unwanted goodies. I’d gratefully rescue their grandmother’s glass ornaments from the sixties, snag a perfect pair of baby overalls (for little Sveta), and I even tucked away a beautiful Christmas red KitchenAid mixer. And it didn’t matter that I already had one.

Someday I might need to use both, right?

Once I gave in to my shopping urges and visited all the garage sales in the area, I surrendered to my next fix: to check in at The Bends to see what messes the staff had left me to clean up.

Only two hours had passed since the thrift store opened, but The Bends’ parking lot, nestled between my workplace and another flea market, was full. Which meant I’d have plenty to do. From the lot, I walked past an outdoor shopping area filled with rows of tables. Everything appeared fine, other than stock tossed about, but I’d deal with that later. I headed inside to find customers, both human and supernatural of all shapes and sizes, browsing throughout the store. Instead of checking on them, I made a beeline for the double doors leading to the back office.

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