CHAPTER TWENTY
Harris was the one who had called me when I was talking to Natkaal. None of this was his fault, but I was grumpy when I called him back.
“Mr. Broussard, any luck with a remedy for the third eye?” he asked.
“No,” I said. Behind me, Bo brought a dustpan full of peat from the basement and emptied it into the trash can in the kitchen. Ant’ny stood on the porch and stared wistfully out the window. His bandanna was wet from washing Natkaal’s demon blood from it. I still had a splotch of dark blue blood on my gabardine. I’d have to throw it away after tonight.
“You’ll be glad to know we’re in the clear,” Harris said. “A tow truck will be moving my burned car shortly. The city is investigating it as an arson.”
“That’s a relief,” I said flatly.
“Well?” Harris asked. “Do you hav
