I selected a number on speed dial. Megan watched me with interest. "Who are you phoning?" she asked. I frowned at her. "Who do you think I'm calling? Santa?" "Could be. No , I'm only having a laugh." I looked her over. "I noticed."
The line connected and I heard Holly's voice on the line. At last. Some sanity. Maybe." HMA Detective agency, how my I help you?" "Holly?" "Oh," Holly sounded disgruntled. "Its you. What do you want this time, mud boy?" I winced slightly. She sounded really irritated. "What's got your ears in a knot?" I asked calmly. "Mulch. He keeps whinging on to me about his sister, Mary. And I ask you, what sort of name is that for a dwarf?"
My ears pricked up on the mention of Mulch's sister. "Where does she live?" "Who? Mary? In Atlantis. But she's staying over here for a while." "Can I speak to her?" "Yeah. Knock yourself out."
I heard the phone being passed over. "Yeah, this is Mary. What?" She had a low voice, an octave higher than Mulch, but I could hear the similarities in the way she spoke. "I was wondering," I said, glaring at Megan, who was pacing across the pavement (or sidewalk, for you Americans), and reading a book simultaneously. I think it was Pride and prejudice. "If you happened to know of a young woman by the name of Megan Robins?" "Oh, sure," Mary replied airily. "I busted her out of jail a couple of times. In Atlantis. Have you ever been?" "No, just Haven." "Well, come and see us, some time. Its awe inspiring."
Just then, I heard Mulch shout: "Is that the Mud-whelp?" "Yeah," Mary shouted. "Well, tell him he needs to get down here pronto. We got a desperate situation down here?" "What? There's no more cookies in the cookie jar?" she said sarcastically.
And then came the sentence that changed my life. Drastically.
"Opal's escaped from prison again. She's got a hostage and it ain't pretty." A pause. "Its Juliet."
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