Twenty-Two
The nice police sergeant drove them to Toni and Bash’s house, where he and Tristan did a thorough search while Raul and Lulu stayed in the vehicle. Lulu gazed at the house in wonder. It was a fairytale cottage with a steep shingled roof, surrounded by wild roses and towering delphiniums at the end of their season. The place felt so secure, as if a fairy godmother had cast an enchantment over it.
When the sergeant was satisfied, Tristan beckoned for Lulu and Raul to come in. The interior was much more utilitarian. A sturdy couch unholstered in sage-green, straight-backed dining room chairs that could handle a giant’s weight. She remembered that Toni’s partner was a former pro fighter. He probably demanded unbreakability from his furnishings.
“I’m going to bring the cruiser to
