The Witching Hour

They were on the way to Avery's house. As anticipated, the store was bustling with customers. Seventy percent of the 100 people who entered their store were interested in buying their unit or home. So they went out late.

"You must be happy with my performance, Reed, right?" Devin asked.

"Of course, Sir Reed is happy because now we have a quota again," Jasmin said.

Reed didn't speak; he just kept driving. Devin and Jasmin were sitting next to each other in the backseat, which is why Emy turned around and inquired.

"Have you ever been to Avery's house?" Emy said.

Jasmin replied, "Yes, Miss Emy."

They're traveling through a dark part of the area. There are no houses, and they walk through vast fields.

"Hey, Mr. Reed and Mr. Devin, just a heads up: Quite a few shamans are hanging around Avery's neck of the woods. Avery's grandma happens to be one, so it's not entirely out of the realm of possibility."