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“That explains the empty larder,” was all he said before he departed.
I brought the animals food and water and was pleased to note that the enchantment included waste disposal. I’d been worried how I’d let them outside to relieve themselves.
As I left the room, I inadvertently glanced at the spot on the floor where Kane and I had exposed ourselves—in more ways than one.
I turned to shake a finger at the goat. “This was all your fault.”
Before he left last night, Kane promised to help me recover the remaining animals. I told him I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. If the prince of hell could be influenced, I didn’twant him crossing paths with the lion or wild boar. It was too dangerous. I told him about Brody, my would-be assassin. He wasn’t happy to hear that I’d been stalked by Magnarella’s hired killer, but I warned him not to get involved. Thugs like Magnarella always ended up hoisted by their own petard.
“I need to find Brody,” I said aloud as I wandered into the kitchen to cook breakfast.
Nana Pratt materialized by the stove. “The one who tried to kill you? Why on earth would you want to find him?” She gasped. “Unless it’s to kill him first.”
“He’s not trying to kill me anymore. He’s going to help me collect the rest of the magical animals.”
“They’re not Pokémon cards, Lorelei. They’re dangerous beasts.”
I looked at her, amused. “I’m guessing Steven was the Pokémon fan.”
Her head bobbed. “Oh, yes. He adored that little yellow Pikachu.”
“I assume if you’re inside, Ray is lurking around here, too.”
Ray emerged from the wall with a sheepish grin. “We saw West arrive with the pig earlier and wanted to see it.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re here because I need your expertise.”
“I’m still researching the symbols on that tattooed woman.”
“Set that aside for now. I’d like to know if there’s anything special about five vultures.”
“Sounds more like a roadkill issue than a research one,” he grumbled.
“No, this was a vision I had when I jumped the pig.”
“You jumped the pig?”
“It was the only way to catch it.”
“People pay good money to watch that sort of thing,” Nana Pratt interjected.
“Next time I’ll make sure we’re both encased in mud first.” I pointed to the computer. “Is the internet working?”
“Last time I checked it was,” Ray said.
I waltzed past the ghosts and stood at the counter.
“I thought you wanted Ray to look it up,” Nana Pratt said.
I started typing. “Sorry, I came up with an idea and wanted to look it up before I lost it.”
“You’re far too young to worry about memory loss,” the elderly woman said. “That doesn’t really kick in until menopause.”
“Something to look forward to,” I muttered. Did goddesses even go through menopause? It wasn’t as though I had anyone to ask.
I directed my attention back to the screen. “What does a pig represent to you?”
Nana Pratt answered first. “Filth.”
