15
Spells and Stories
I barely had time to take off my hiking boots and slide into a pair of flats — because one look at those boots, and Calvin would know I’d been up to no good — before the buzzer at the back entrance to the building sounded. A quick pass of a brush through my hair, and then I hurried downstairs to open the door.
“Hi,” I said, trying not to sound too breathless. “Come on in.”
Apparently, I wasn’t terribly convincing, because he c****d an eyebrow at me. To my relief, though, he only said, “Sure,” and followed me upstairs to the apartment.
He carried a baggie with the two knives inside, and set it down on the dining room table once we were in my apartment. “Here you go,” he said. “Forensics didn’t find anything.”
“I told you they wouldn’t.”
“I know. But the ‘I’s hav
