CHAPTER TWELVE - Nice Try, Voodoo Queen* 1 *
Wendy Joe concentrated just as hard as she could.
“Mommy Loa, Mommy Loa. Grant this wish.”
Earl snickered.
Damn it.
She’d hear about this until Judgment Day, if she couldn’t show him something. She ought to seduce him. That would get his mind off the doll and onto something it was already leaning towards. It couldn’t be much harder than peeling a banana.
To hell with that, he’d laughed at her and got her North Preston roots rising. You don’t f**k with a North Preston girl, no sir. Not if you don’t want to go home carrying your balls in a dirty paper sack.
“Mommy Loa, Mommy Loa.”
They heard a car horn blaring in the distance. It sounded like Gabriel blowing a storm.
“Some kid stuck a nail in a car horn,” Earl decided. “I ought to go and
