Nobody's Ghoul by Devon Monk

Author:Devon Monk [Monk, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939853226
Publisher: Devon Monk

Chapter Fifteen

I opened the door for Spud and the dragon pig. “You can come on out. She’s gone.”

My phone buzzed and I was not surprised to see Myra’s number.

“Hey,” I said.

“So what’s going on?” she asked distractedly. I heard a low voice in the background, and then something that sounded an awful lot like a kiss. At least my sister got to spend her evening with the man of her dreams.

“There’s a monster hunter in town.”

“What?” A shuffle of sounds came through the phone, then a soft whump of a pillow, and a deep chuckle. “Okay, you have my attention. Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m at home. I’m fine. Ryder’s taking her out to dinner, then getting her settled in the Sand Garden for the night.”

“Her? So our monster hunter is a woman? Is she a paranormal investigator? Ghost hunter?”

“She works for DoPP.”

“Well, shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Why is she here now?”

“She used to work with Ryder. I came home, and she was out on the deck giggling and flirting with him.”

“That bitch.”

Gotta love sister loyalty.

“She’s a piece of work. I wouldn’t trust her near my silver.”

“What does Ryder think is going on?”

“We didn’t have much time to talk and didn’t want to let her out in the town on her own. Since she,” I pitched my voice into babytalk, “just wants to catch up with my RyRy.”

“Gag.”

“He took her to have dinner. I’m guessing the Blue Owl, but he didn’t say.”

“Okay, so which part of town do you want me to cover?”

“I’ll call Bertie, and that should take care of half the town right there. But we’ll need to make sure the gods, and all the anti-socials know to keep a low profile.”

“I’ll take south, put Jean on door-to-door east. Where do you want Hatter and Shoe?”

“Give them north. Kelby can door-to-door west. And I’ll talk to Than. See if he wants to pitch in or lay low.”

“Want my vote?” she asked.

“Lay low?”

“Subterranean.”

“I’ll see if I can convince him.”

“Good. Okay, call if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

I needed to call Bertie and have her tap into her massive list of the supernaturals in town who she conscripted for community events. She kept email lists, social media profiles, and good old-fashioned phone trees memorized. Telling Bertie to find people was like asking a fish if it would enjoy a dip in the water.

So I cut a hunk of pie, then dialed our local Valkyrie.

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