“I took the tablet to the office.”
“You found out where the office is located?”
“Yeah. Turns out it’s in Quincy. At least that’s where it was today.” He paused and looked at the SALIGIA Stone. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Wulf gave it back to me. He said I changed the stone when I helped him, and now it’s an icky True Love Stone.”
“He said ‘icky True Love Stone’?”
“Not in those words, but I knew what he meant. And he said he owed me, and this was partial payment for his debt.”
“I wish I’d known. I could have taken the stone with me to Quincy.”
“You can’t take it yet. I promised Glo and Clara we could take the stone out tonight to see if we could find true love.”
“Let me get this straight. You have a priceless, powerful relic that has been carefully guarded for centuries, and you’re going to take it to a bar to see if it gets you hooked up?”
“More or less.”
“That’s impressive.”
After dinner, I changed into my best jeans and a black V-necked sweater. I put on some slut makeup, slipped my feet into high-heeled ankle boots, and hung big hoop earrings from my ears.
“The stone is going to be overkill for you tonight,” Diesel said. “You’re not going to have any trouble finding true love in those jeans and that sweater. In fact, you might find it if you stayed home.”
A horn beeped outside.
“That’s Clara,” I said. “She’s picking me up. She’s the designated driver.”
Diesel went to the door with me. “Be good.”
I grabbed my jacket and my shoulder bag and ran to the car.
“Do you have it?” Glo asked when I got in.
“It’s in my purse.”
“Can I see it?”
I hauled the stone out.
“It’s sort of ugly,” Glo said. “It’s just a plain old rock. Are you sure it’s special?”
“Yes. And we have to guard it with our lives. And we can’t tell anyone we have it.”
Clara drove out of Marblehead and took Derby Street to Bum’s Sports Bar. There were lots of televisions playing various sporting events that no one was watching. High-top tables and stools. And a long bar that was packed with zombies and werewolves. We elbowed our way into the bar, and Glo and I got a beer, and Clara got a Coke.
“Okay, so here’s the deal,” I said. “I’m not sure what the stone is supposed to do, so I guess we stand here and see if it radiates anything from inside my purse.”
“I think I’m feeling something,” Glo said. “I might be in love with the werewolf next to me.”
Clara and I looked over at him.
“He seems like your average werewolf,” Clara said.
The werewolf picked up on our attention and turned to us. “Arwoooh,” he said. “Are you looking for someone?”
“Sort of,” Glo said.