Chapter 4
We tracked Gus to a big mansion on the outskirts of town. This wasn’t like the big Holly-Hobbie homes that we saw everywhere else. No, this place was old, and storied. You could tell thought and time went into its construction, unlike the cookie cutter bull lining every other development.
The golden emblem of a Pegasus accented the wrought-iron gate enclosing the driveway. A ten-foot-high brick wall surrounded the rest of the property and made the mansion nearly impregnable—if you weren’t a pixie that is—and a dozen guards wandered the property between the wall and the house proper.
“Something’s going on in there they don’t want people to see,” Kimberly said, staring through a pair of binoculars at the roof. “I count two more snipers up on the roof, too.”
“Why would somebody
