CHAPTER 12Improvements
“Ho, Monte!” Mr. Darrow stepped through the service door into the Downfield kitchen. “How goes it, Garrick?” Water splattered everywhere as he closed his umbrella.
“Ugh, Esca, you’ll mark up the floors!” Mrs. Darrow scolded from the stove.
“Sorry. Forgot to shake it before I came in.” Mr. Darrow bounded across the floor. He scooped her up into a twirl and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Garrick rose from the table, smirking at his parents. “What’d the IMB say?”
“Good things, I hope?” Mrs. Darrow added, pulling herself away from her husband to take a meat pie from the oven.
“The IMB accepted our case. Jarus was very convincing.” Mr. Darrow shook the rain from his boots. “Moira’s capture of the cat sith helped too. It turned the Bureau’s attention. They’ve been too
