CHAPTER 19: ENDGAME..................
THERE WAS A LOUD BLOOP. Hell-On-Wheels and his passengers materialised in front of Baxt’s house in a cloud of pink and neon green.
“My goodness that was interesting,” remarked Granny G. “Wish I could do that. I’d go to a different city every week!”
Hilaria, being the natural leader of the group, was a lot more serious. “Everyone ready? Good, let’s get this show on the road.”
Tilda and Granny G were not amused. “Really? Hilaria you’re becoming rather full of yourself nowadays,” said Tilda.
“You’re a Wiccan, not John Wayne,” Granny G chipped. “Though I’d love to see you blast your way through the door with a gun! Oh, this is so exciting!”
“You will do no such thing in my house!” Baxt was deeply concerned; this group was a little off its kilter to b
