Chapter Forty-Three
Sax’s brow wrinkled. What a load of crap. She eyed Hopkins suspiciously. There was a twinkle behind his eyes.
“End of the world?” she said.
He chuckled. “Sorry, I was just making a little joke.”
Wally snorted. “He’s such a kidder.”
She shivered. She’d forgotten how thin her jacket was and how filthy and grubby she felt. What she needed right now was a long soak in a too-hot bath. She had never been this tired in her whole life.
It was time to confront the elephant on the sundeck. “Mr. Hopkins, who are you and how do you know about the curse?” said Sax.
Hopkins shoulders drooped a little as the tension in his shoulders released. Been there, done that.
“Sax,” Hopkins began then paused as a frown marred his forehead, “I know you think we met on the bus to
