Chapter 475: Denver's Help

Morning sunlight streamed into the kitchen at home as the phone rang. I scooped Petunia's breakfast dessert-no judging-of chopped strawberries and banana on her plate, crouching to hand it to her, cell tucked between my shoulder and jaw as I fought off a yawn. I hadn't slept much last night but who was counting?

"Fee." I recognized Alice's voice on the other end of the line. "I hear the treasure hunt isn't going as planned. I'm so sorry." She hesitated before rushing on. "And about the dead people, of course."