Eighteen
“OH, DEAR LORD! WHO is it?” I ask after the initial shock wears off.
We get in Helen’s car and pull out of the driveway. “His name is Larry Daniels.”
“Wait, Larry Daniels?”
“Do you know him?”
“I only met him once,” I say. “He’s a friend of Nate, apparently.”
“I don’t know about that. He’s not a member of the parish but he is an avid Age of Artemis player. He’s been playing online with the group for a while now and wanted to help with Fairy Tales and Frights. Gladys ran a background check on him and he came up clean, so they let him. Now he’s dead.”
“Why didn’t she call come over your radio?”
“Gladys didn’t want to let anyone know it had happened at the Myer Mansion,” Helen explains. “She doesn’t want the bad publicity.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that,” I say. “First Nate’
