CHAPTER NINETEEN
I immediately stepped between Greta and the Necromantress. Raising my fists, I tried my best to not look afraid, but it was hard because I knew from experience just how crazy the Necromantress was. I kept expecting one of her zombies to burst out of the shadows and attack all three of us, but it seemed like she was by herself this time, though I wondered why she didn’t seem even remotely phased to find herself standing against me and Rubberman on her own. Then again, if she was as crazy as I thought, she might not even realize just how outmatched she was. Or she had some kind of trick up her nonexistent sleeve, which was always possible.
“What are you doing here?” I said to the Necromantress. “I thought you were in jail.”
“The Necromantress was,” said the Necromantress.
