21. Coordinated Attack
In the early hours of the morning a crow tapped on the bedroom window, startling me into alertness.
Danny went to the window and opened it. The bird hopped inside and cawed a few times, blinking its beady black eyes and staring straight at me. It gave me the heebie-jeebies. Little wonder many people feared crows and thought they were a bad omen.
Danny thanked the bird and it flew away.
“What did it say?” I asked.
“He is agreeable to a meeting.” A mischievous grin spread across his face and his eyes sparkled. “I’m to bring your head as proof I’ve killed you.”
“Well,” I said, unperturbed, “you can take my head, but you’ll just have to put up with the rest of me tagging along.”
“I don’t like that the eagle didn’t return,” Danny said, his expression changing into
