“It’s a fake,” she said. “A fake!”
Glo rushed in from the store, and Clara and I snapped to attention.
“What’s a fake?” I asked.
“The stone. That hideous Hatchet gave it to me. He said it was the Luxuria Stone, but I know it wasn’t.”
“How do you know?” I asked her.
“It doesn’t do anything. I carried it around, and I felt nothing. And when I finally found my way out of the tunnel maze this morning, no one would talk to me. If it was the Luxuria Stone I was carrying, those college guys would be all over me, right? I mean, they’ll hit on anything.”
“You’re sort of a fright,” Glo said.
Early looked down at herself. “It wasn’t easy getting out of that tunnel. There were bats and spiders, and I kept falling into holes.”
“Do you have the tablet?” I asked her.
“I have half of it. It broke when I fell, and I could only find one piece in the dark. And it’s not like I didn’t look. I can’t read the stupid thing anyway.”
“If you want to give it to me, I might be able to find someone to read it,” I told her.
“How about this. You give me the real stone, and I give you what I have of the tablet.”
“Are you sure the stone isn’t real?” I asked her.
“I hit it with a hammer.” She pulled some pulverized stone out of her pocket and dumped it on the floor. “If it was magic, it wouldn’t break like this, right? What kind of magic stone breaks like this?”
We all shrugged.
“It’s Hatchet,” she said, her hands clenched, eyes narrowed.
Jars rattled on the pantry shelves and the building vibrated.
“I should have finished him off like I finished off Wulf. Mr. Look-at-me-because-I’m-so-sexy-and-powerful. He never even called the next day. We had this big hot date, and then nothing. What’s with that? Even basketball players call me the next day. Or at least send flowers. Have some respect, you know? It’s not like I didn’t go to some effort. I was wearing La Perla.”
“Bummer,” Glo said. “That sucks. I hate when that happens. You know what’s even worse? When they get shot with a nail gun and don’t even show up.”
Deirdre Early looked around. “I lost my focus. Why am I here?”
“Cupcakes,” I said. “You want cupcakes.”
“No. That’s not it.”
“A loaf of bread. This is a bakery,” Clara said. “People come here for bread.”
“No. It was something else.”
“Hatchet?” Glo said.
“Yes! I hate Hatchet. He tricked me. I’d hate Wulf, too, but I killed him.”
“Actually, he’s still alive,” I said.
She went still for a moment. “What?”
“He healed.”
“That’s impossible. I have all his power. I can cook an egg in the palm of my hand. I can hear grass grow. I can throw fire.”