CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Curly CluesLangdon knocked on Piper’s front door, and Kit waited just behind him. She used his bulk to shield her from her friend’s expected wrath, standing sideways and holding her breath. Raki hopped around behind her on the cold concrete, his toes reacting to the roughness. He grumbled about the periodic table and noble gasses, great sighs leaving his body in whooshes of disdain.
“No, thank you.” Piper half-opened the door and gave a wave of her hand. “I don’t want to become a Jehovah’s Witness. Thank you for calling. Please, have a nice day.”
Langdon jammed his foot in the gap and grunted in discomfort as Piper trapped it between the door and the frame. “I’m not a Jehovah’s Witness!” Disgust leaked from his voice. “I’m an Anglican!” He peered down at his black cle
