“Oh, you already know how it’s going to end,” I told the sisters. “They’re going to go back to her place and she won’t invite him in, so he’ll go stalk some neighbourhood cat instead. Nobody gets any real action on these shows.”
I let Mercury in and he looked at the photos lining the front hall while I changed in the bedroom.
“It’s Cthulhu,” he said, but I had already figured that much. “On the way to his undersea cable job he sank a convoy of cargo ships carrying Hyundais to Brazil. Hyundai is going to sue.”
“Aren’t they insured?” I asked.
“The insurance company is invoking some clause about acts of gods,” he said.
I came out of the bedroom dressed in my work suit and the sisters all bound up. Mercury still didn’t look at me.
“Is this picture of Perseus with the sword from the old d
