CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mia held up both her hands to show she was unarmed, and slowly turned around. “Hello,” she said pleasantly, “Mr . . .”
Mr Cackling Man was all that came to mind as she looked into the eyes of the man. He wasn’t nearly as frightening as she’d expected. Based on Danny’s description, she’d been expecting a male version of the Wicked Witch of the West, complete with green skin, hooked, wart-covered nose and pointed hat. But the Cackling Man was a skinny, old man with a grizzled face, covered in whiskers and deep wrinkles. His gray hair was long and curled around his ears, and from the way his lips stretched, she could tell he was missing teeth. His eyes were wild, sprinting all over the place, and he smelled like the inside of a wine cask. He was drunk.
“I wasn’t going to t
