Alice, sitting on a plastic bin in the basement, has got her mojo back and is regaling Lily and Cam. They’d hidden in the coal chute, where I’d told them, and I felt a squeeze of pride when gutsy Cam emerged with a smudge on his nose and a big grin. “She did not kill me, Malice,” says Smitty, who is propped up on the tarp-covered lawnmower. “And it was not a cow prod. It was some kind of specialist army Taser.” “Bollocks,” says Alice. “Cow prod. And she slayed you.” “Cow goes moo,” says Cam. “Blondie’s called Grace?” I turn to Alice. “Didn’t realize you two were on a first-name basis.” “We were doing just fine before you two came in and ruined everything.” Alice glares at me. “You couldn’t trust us to sort it out, could you?” Smitty snarls at her. “No, Malice. We couldn’t trust you not to spill your beans to the first person who asks, that’s what.”
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