Of course there hadn’t been, just as there hadn’t been during the long decades when Hank and Nora Anders had owned the property. I absolutely refused to believe that the presence of my mother and her husband could have triggered a demonic attack — they were far too nice for that — so there had to be something else going on here.
Even if I couldn’t begin to figure out what that “something” might be. One heck of a detective I was.
When I didn’t say anything right away, Archie remarked, “I fail to see how knowing any of this can help you return me to my human form.”
At the moment, I didn’t, either. But knowledge was always a good thing, since you never knew when a particular tidbit might come in handy.
Something occurred to me then. “Aren’t you worried that if I do turn you human again, y
