CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"I looked halfway around the world for you," Pops said, floating in the backseat of my car as Bo eased onto the interstate. It was a typical Friday night in St. Louis—a steady stream of cars on the road, with every car zooming down the lanes like the place was a NASCAR track.
"For a minute, I thought I was going to have to go to East St. Louis,” Pops said.
"I'm sorry, Pops," I said. I rolled down the window and let in a wave of cool air. "We ran into some trouble, and I had to have some associates move the house for a little while.”
"That's why those jinn were on the porch,” Pops said.
In his dead state, my father would have been able to see everything, and I mean everything. Even though Marlese and Darvin couldn't see the jinn sitting on my front and back porches, Po
