A little after David leaves, my phone rings. It’s Raven. I recline in my desk/chair, press the button on my phone, and her face appears on the far wall, still sans background.
“So?” she says. “What did David find?”
“A Brotherhood greenhouse of all things.”
“Doesn’t that clash with their color scheme?”
I start to brief Raven on the evening’s events, but she cuts me off halfway through.
“Well, sucks to be them. The only thing creepier than a sad clown hunting you down with a machete is a mime with an invisible machete. Or maybe a happy clown. Where’s David?”
I chuckle. This is just like Raven. Not flighty, but unafraid to let you know when she’s no longer interested.
“He went home a while ago.”
“Awwww...”
“Not tonight, Raven. The kid’s into elf magic.”
She laughs. “You know, for so
