CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bo was extra cautious as he pulled out of my garage into a different gravel alley and down an unfamiliar street. I still wasn't used to my house being on a different block, but given all that we had been through, I was fine with it. My head was on a full swivel, expecting that spider demon to come out of nowhere, but the streets were just the streets, with pedestrians here and there. No one looked twice at our car. Only when we were a few blocks into our drive did I relax, settle into my usual pensive spot in the passenger seat, and think about things. I switched on the cassette deck, filling the car with jazz sax and flute playing the sweet songs of Billy Mitchell.
I had made a mistake. Charging into that couple's house was unwise. They tried to charge into my house as
